My beautiful new blue Prius survived the 5500 mile trip to Texas and back, but couldn't make it around Norfolk safely. I had stopped behind a Greyhound bus which had stopped at the railroad track on Granby Street. In my rearview mirror I could see the stepvan behind me wasn't going to stop. He wasn't even thinking about it. I was screaming inside my car, I was yelling, I was crying, but it all did no good. Wham! Kabam! I was a vehicular sandwich, crunched both front and back. I was civil to the stepvan driver, although it took all my reserves to pull that off. The bus driver was very nice and helpful. We exchanged all the requisite details and called the police. I didn't want to move the vehicles until the police came, but they informed the bus driver it would be better and safer to move the car and stepvan into the nearby parking lot. They would be there shortly. It was a little longer than that, but eventually they came and took all the same information again. They were very nice and the officer in charge was very sympathetic toward my tragedy. After the formalities, I slowly drove the car home. The rear tire rubbed the wheel well because of the damage. It's now sitting in the driveway where it will be until I can get someone to fix it. The insurance people took care of the arrangements over the phone and I'll be picking up a rental car to tide me over. Ah yes! Just another chapter in the great adventure.
Birds? David Hughes and I did the impoundment survey this morning at Back Bay NWR, but we couldn't get either a bittern or a rail to make themselves known to us. However, after the survey, we walked over to the beach where David spotted a Razorbill. It eventually flew, landing near a second Razorbill. Although there were few scoters flying, a group of five male Black Scoters were scoped out, adding two new species for the day. Species total is now 270.