Investing my time in an NFT (Non-Fungible Tanager) - Albert Lea Tribune

Investing my time in an NFT (Non-Fungible Tanager) – Albert Lea Tribune

A Canadian goose was like a car horn in need of repair. It was a bird tickling as I pulled sleep out of my eyes.

I was teaching writing classes and was taking some college kids out for a nature walk at dawn in one of my happy places, a beautiful park. We met in a parking lot. It was easy for me to find. I am a miller. You could say I’m a birder from a mile away. Binoculars, ugly hat, battered shoes, and I was the only one there. I thanked them for joining me and quoted John Paul Richter, “Sleep, wealth, and health need to be interrupted to truly enjoy it.” I had cheap and experienced binoculars that I had amassed from thrift stores, auctions, and donations, and I wanted to share them with them. Most of the binoculars were older than the students, but the youth’s eyes were sharp. One had become a bird with his grandfather. “It was fine,” he whined.

The journey started with a long walk to the place where we were going to do our birdwatching. I told the troops that walking is half the bird watching. Someone replied, “So birdwatching is only twice as much fun than that?”

It was one of those May days that every day should strive to be. We hurried slowly. I felt like I was swimming in seven seas, not knowing what wonders I would encounter. I recommended half-brained birds. Ducks can sleep and keep half their brains awake. I told my accusers to turn off half of their brains that think about work, school, and relationships. I warned them about warbler neck to stare straight. The top shelf of tall trees is hard for eyes to reach. I didn’t want to blink for fear of missing something. I taught them some “chastity”. If it reminds them of a miniature Baltimore yellowtail, it’s an American redtail. If he says “Nature, nature, nature,” he’s a furnace bird. If the chestnut looks like it’s shedding tears, it’s a male Cape May warbler. I reassured the youth that happiness comes in droves.

Birds are a handle I hold on to and they have not let me down. Sapsuckers feed from sap wells they carve into trees. Visiting Hole Foods for them. Hummingbirds followed these sap wells in search of sap and insects. RED We listened to a male cardinal giving a speech.

A red glow appeared among the green leaves. He was not a cardinal. It was an NFT, a Non-Fungal Tanager. “Store-free” means it is unique and cannot be replaced with anything else. A red tanager is Red with a capital R. We all have bright flashes. A male scarlet tanager is a constant brilliance. A dazzling red with black wings and tail. Tanagers make the world less blurry.

Years ago, a caller said he thought he saw a red tangerine, but wasn’t sure.

“What did you say when you saw it?” I asked.

“Wow!” said.

“Yes, it was a red tangerine back then,” I assured him. The black-winged scarlet bird, on the contrary, is a red-winged blackbird, a handsome large.

This May morning, the elegant and “Are you really going to wear this?” when we see dressed tangerines somewhere in between. “Fantastic!” I heard. from many of the students watching a bird. It’s a word to be used today and has become a spring sound.

A single tangerine is enough to fill my glass with amazement. Nancy Reagan said, “I’ve always loved red. It’s a collector top.” Seeing someone is enough to make me 111 tons of happiness. Three male tangerines joined us. It wasn’t surprising to see a tangerine, but it was a surprise. It was surprisingly surprising. I’ve ridden many parade floats and felt like I was throwing candy from someone.

I thanked the gorgeous tangerines for letting us drive.

The students went birdwatching as the Pollywogs transitioned to growing legs.

Back in the parking lot, we looked for clouds that looked like tangerines. Imagination tensed to meet the challenge.

I left a helpful tip for the students: “An ostrich circulates the bird feeder.”

Al Batt’s columns appear every Wednesday in the Tribune

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