Transplant to the North Carolina Piedmont. Hiking trails, listening to music, and eating well. Always looking for Bigfoot. Occasionally playing the banjo poorly.
Birding
William B. Umstead State Park. 02/28/26. Company Mill Trail. Other than a few squirrels, birds chirping unseen above, and a bunch of extremely shameless frogs loudly trying to get it on in the middle of the day, there wasn't a lot of wildlife to be seen.
My mama is from the hollers of West Virginia, but I'm not. I am from Texas, and not Ohio as some would like you to believe. I came to the Piedmont of North Carolina as a middle-aged grumpy old man. Other than those couple of years when we