It was 2013, and my first summer birding days in Maine were drawing to a close. I had seen pelagic birds, I had seen forest birds, and I was close to hitting a major birding landmark: 100 species on my Life List. So close in fact, that as my husband-to-be and I drove towards my childhood home for one last night before heading back to the mid-Atlantic, I had only one more bird left to see.
Unfortunately, my birding opportunities were limited. We were in the car for one thing, leaving before the sun arose the next day to complete the 12 hour drive back to Virginia Beach. I had one chance, a hail-Mary pass to make it to 100 birds: a Wild Turkey.
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