My spark bird was a Bufflehead duck seen in 1991 through the binoculars that were a childhood gift. I was walking with Caitlin across a bridge in Peterborough on a still and hot summer night and we were looking for birds. She pointed to the small black and white duck with a bright white patch on its head and said "Bufflehead." For whatever reason, I thought the only ducks were Mallards, familiar to the parks and lake shore where I grew up in Toronto. The Bufflehead was a revelation.
Today I found this BEAUTIFUL site called "Searching for Birds" which you should lose yourself in.
And also, with yesterday's Stellar Jay, I'm up to 157 species for the year so far.
