........the Good Lord, whilst resting, looked down on his son, The Liverbirder, and said, 'It is now time for your first Hobby.'
And The Liverbirder answered the phone call from 'Sometimes and heard the words, 'Hobby's back at West Hartford!'
And like the sciroccos over the Sahara, Liverbirder sped in his chariot of 140 horses and within minutes, behold, Lifer 256.
The best birding hour ever! I am off for some bromide tea!