For the (love of the) birds: What does it take to break Albemarle’s one-day birding record?
It’s 3:30am on a Thursday, and I’m sloshing through a flooded stream near the confluence of the north and south forks of the Rivanna River in rubber boots that are just about an inch too short, straining to hear bird calls through a deafening chorus of spring peepers. I’ve done crazier things in the name […]