Several years ago, a legendary league of men birded five Great Lakes. Unbounded by borders, nationality or rules, they roamed the lands from Berrien to...Point Edward. Fueled by the vigour of youth and country time lemonade, they tallied great lists of their slayings, at times even exceeding their masters in skill. These intrepid lads were known as: THE PEEPS. Originaly composed of four, our league grew in numbers as word spread across land of our powers. With greater organization and transportation from our parents, the peeps expanded our territory to the Chiricahua mountains and beyond, slaying many foes.
Sadly, four years ago, like any great empire, the peeps disbanded. Many key members grew in age, and began to attend universities. Thus, they scattered across their two countries, remaining in loose contact. Some pursued other things, begining to court young women, attend parties, and study. Our former birding glory was all but forgotten, until...
BEHOLD! The great Erik and David journeyed from the land of Nevada, to reforge the peeps! A glorious surprise as they appeared, unexpected guests at my door. I welcomed them into my keep and there was much rejoicing and birding. We celebrated our reunion by ransacking the countryside of Kern, slaying many mighty foes and drinking many pints of ale at the local tavern .
A glorious crane, first record in the Kern valley since 1977!...The treacherous Bob Barnes told us this fact on the phone before reporting my find, without my name in the email. A grave mistake...
Nearly 100 species were slain during this raging weekend.
We raged a butterfly, the San Emigdio Blue which only dwells in this county.
Our slaying left some soaked in red.
Erik's look of rage rings fear into the hearts of quail.
Next week, the conquests continue as I reunite with long lost peep Neil Gilbert.
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