Tick-tock, tick-tock. Mr. Whitekeys’ clock seemed stuck at 9:25 1/2 AM. I watched the second hand move, but damn if the minute hand didn’t seem frozen.
I was restless. There was a Dusky Thrush out there in his neighborhood, but it was still way too dark to look for it. All one could do is wait. Mr. Whitekeys is a pretty funny guy. When I grabbed two eggs from his refrigerator this morning, one of them turned out to be a rubber egg. Maybe you noticed this humor from his clock as well. The spam motif seems to be prevalent around his house and in his production of “Christmas in Spenard” playing at the Taproom in Anchorage. Last night I attended the production and had a fun time. It’s a Satirical Alaskan Musical Comedy and was outrageously funny.
Nothing was funny about this morning however. By 9:35 AM it was just light enough to venture outside so Keys and I headed out. He lives in the neighborhood where the Dusky Thrush has been feeding with a flock of up to 60 robins. Anchorage’s strongest birders were out enforce this morning. Trapper Dave had a nice sized flock of 25 Robins near the yellow house were it was seen yesterday along with two hundred Bohemian Waxwings. Amazing about how things change. In February, we worked awful hard to find Bo Waxwings in Duluth and we were proud of it. Now they just were avian clutter, making it more difficult to find the Asian stray.
Today there was no Dusky Thrush. We just ran out of time and I couldn’t miss my plane to Adak. So now my plan is to work Anchorage all day on Monday on the backside of this trip. It doesn’t make sense to charge off to Chattanooga till I have the thrush. I wish to thank Keys, Aleta and all the birders who helped this morning. Hopefully Monday.