Yesterday was a very promising day. Great weather and several hotspot stops planned, all around Shreve. I was planning to hit up Killbuck-Wright Marsh, Killbuck-Cemetery Road, Funk Bottoms and Wilderness Road. Since it promised a beautiful day, it should have been a great day of birding.
I headed out before sunrise, stopping to get water and a breakfast sandwich at McDonalds, and a coffee from Dunkin. Traffic was great, and I found myself in the parking lot of Wright Marsh just as the sun was rising. Greeted by the melody of a Song Sparrow, I got my spotting scope set up, put on my bins and headed out to the marsh. I arrived at the northernmost two ponds already having seen a good number of Ring-necks, and also many Red-wing Blackbirds and Song Sparrows; the sparrows seemed to be everywhere all at once.
I scoped the northern ponds and came up with the usual, well what I call usual, suspects: Northern Shovelers, Canada Geese, more Ring-necked Ducks, American Wigeons, Green-winged Teal, Northern Pintails. The one bird I was patiently scanning for – the Eurasian Wigeon – I could not locate. I felt like the inferior birder for not being able to find the Wigeon, as I’ve noticed I feel continually like the inferior birder. Then something strange happened.
As I was scoping for ducks, I suddenly felt ill, like my system was going to shut down and I was going to pass out. Pass out right there in the middle of the marsh. All I had been doing for the past ten minutes was looking through my scope. At the same time I felt sick, my iWatch vibrated and alerted me to the fact that my pulse had been above 120bpm for longer than ten minutes. I stopped what I was doing, and as I was shaky, thought maybe I need protein, so I popped a ClifBar and ate half of it. After a few minutes, I felt a little better but not totally solid on my feet. I made the tough decision to call it quits for the day, and shakily hiked back out to my car, from which I called my doctor for an appointment. In addition to this episode, I’ve been suffering for a while from loss of breath after doing the littlest of things. Then I headed home, feeling very defeated over the Wigeon and having to cut very short my trip.
I noticed when I got home that my heart rate was remaining high and was not coming down below 120bpm. Having not received a call-back from my doctor, I decided reluctantly to go to the local ER. This really did not go well in my opinion. I explained everything to the ER doctor, who simply had an attitude towards me, and he ordered tests. I had an EKG, chest x-ray, and blood work examining my enzymes, and everything came back normal. They gave me meds to lower my bp, and an IV infusion, and my heart rate finally came down. All of the tests – for a heart attack – came back negative and I was released. Released without any sort of explanation of any cause whatsoever. I just feel that the doctor didn’t listen to me, and I was taken for granted as a “needy” patient. Meantime, I’m worried about some arterial blockage. Anyways…
So, in the end it turned out that the Eurasian Wigeon was there in Wright Marsh all along, but in a different pool to the south. And it turned out that there were White Pelicans at Funk Bottoms. And still further, shorebirds flew into Wilderness Road… Pectoral Sandpipers were seen. Damn.
Yeah, the birds will be around again, but it makes me feel distressed, like I am not the strong birder I would like to think of myself. Only two days before I was looking at a Neotropic Cormorant, only to wait for someone to confirm that that was the bird. I just want to be a good birder, and after 50 years of doing it on and off, my trust in myself gets shaken – I was so strong a birder at 12 than I am now, or so it seems. And I wish that I had someone to bird with. It gets lonely birding by self after awhile, but the way most of the “top” birders operate around here, you’re not invited unless you have something to offer and/or are in the top counts yourself. Trust me, I’ve been turned down by several I’ve wanted to bird with for their expertise, one who had over 300 birds seen in Ohio for a year. Should it ever come to pass that someone will ask to bird with me, I promise to never do that. And that’s all I will say about that.









