I was on Apple Grove Road the other day behind a slow-moving car that every so often would become a non-moving car. I wondered what was going on: were the occupants overcome by the road's rural beauty? (Understandable.) Then I saw the binocs pointing out the window and realized I was behind a pair of birders. They motioned me around them, and as I pulled level with them I told them they were very close to the very best birding road around.
"Follow me," I said. They did so eagerly -- it was a woman and her son -- and I left them at the north end of the road and told them to take their time.
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