Moving means finding your new birding haunts. We all have them: our favorite places to take friends and family when they visit, the bird-friendly areas we pop in on when we have the chance, the landscapes that entrance us. Now that I live away from the beach, Wakulla Springs has become that place for me.
My mom – a true angel – arrived on a Friday evening to spend a week with me, unloading boxes and helping pick out furniture. Loathe to have her whole trip be devoted to chores, we stole away one morning to Wakulla Springs. Though temperatures rapidly climbed into the nineties, the end of tourist season meant that the crowds wouldn’t be so bad, not in the historic hotel and restaurant on the property, nor in the cool springs themselves.
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