I'm an amateur photographer who had a missed opportunity this week. I was told that a crested caracara was spotted outside Dartmouth, near Lawrencetown Beach. The national bird of Mexico came north to a cold marsh area of melting ice. This, when every living creature would like to finish the winter in warm Mexico.
Obviously, I was supposed to drive 12 miles and tramp around in the cold rain, so someone could later shout at me "April Fool !" Naturally, I did not bite. Except later, the next day, the April 2, 2013 edition of the local paper had a front page photo (not mine) and story about the wayward bird. The first one ever spotted in Nova Scotia.
For all I know, the stupid bird is going to Newfoundland or is headed back home through New England. If you're interested, Google a birding group, in case the caracara is headed your way.
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