Last night was a wonderful, star filled, cool night for sleeping with no intrusion by my neighbor’s spot lights. My thanks to the campground host who finally caught up with them and asked that they show some consideration for their neighbors.
As always, click on any image for a larger, sharper version.
Out turkey hunting at 7 with no luck. Went down to the Acorn Blind and stayed until noon, getting a couple Black throated Hummingbird shots and another nice Cedar Waxwing shot, but nothing out of the ordinary for new birds.
As a younger man, I always kind of laughed to myself when I saw someone out gazing at the trees through a set of binoculars. Never could understand how anyone could enjoy the pursuit of birdwatching. Then I bought my first good long lens and snapped a few images of these little wonders, and before I knew it, I was addicted. Now it doesn’t seem so strange that people can get such a thrill out of this pasttime. I mention this only because I have just realized that I have become one of them. The two images immediately above kind of brought this realization around. I have gone from seeing these two birds and thinking, nice little yellow spotted birds, to recognizing them as yellow-rumped warblers, to actually seeing that they are two distinct races of yellow-rumped warblers. I still have to go home and get the images on the monitor and look them up in a bird book to know this, but I guess I am becoming a birdwatcher.
Checked on mail at the office and renewed for Sunday and Monday while awaiting my mail package from NH. Drove into Junction for some groceries and to check the library hours, turns out they are closed all weekend.
10 PM on another beautiful night and on comes the neighbor’s spotlight, fully illuminating my living room and bedroom. This after the campground host had told him to be a little more considerate and keep the lights off, especially on the driver’s side of his unit ( like all RVs, their exit door and outside living area are on the curbside of the unit ). Since I was inside watching TV, I decided to wait it out and maybe they would turn them off before I retired. 11:10 PM came and I walked over to their rig and knocked three times on their door. No response. Knock three more times and the wife comes to the door and asks what I want. I ask if they could turn off their spotlights since they have apparently gone to bed. She turns and walks away with no response. Really nice folks.
After 11PM, I am not about to wake the campground host to intervene once more, and with no cell phone coverage, I can’t call a park ranger, so I return to my rig and figure I will have to close up my motorhome, just like last week at Goose Island and turn on the AC, on a perfect, cool evening for sleeping. As I was ready to step into the RV, here comes the neighbor, aggressively striding across the space between our units, and obviously looking to start something. Not really wanting a confrontation, I almost went inside, but at the last moment turned and walked toward him. That kind of stopped his rapid progress toward me, but he came close enough to start cursing me out and wanting to know what my problem was. I stated the obvious to him, that his spotlights were completely illuminating my site once again, that I was aware he had been instructed not to do so again, and told him I would appreciate him just turning them off and let both of us get to sleep.
This guy had a manner about him that showed he was obviously some kind of aggressive control freak, and quite used to using intimidation to get his way. That someone challenged him on his behavior and that the campground host had actually told him he could not do something must have really stuck in his craw. I had to chuckle as he made his way back to his unit and had to shield his eyes against his own lights so he could see where he was going. The icing on the cake was when his other neighbor across the street from his unit ( and not really in direct line of his lights ) yelled out to him to shut the damn lights off!
At 11:40 finally the lights went out!