Rogue Birder Goes to Washington
For more years than most anyone cares to remember, the United States was attempting to duke it out with North Vietnam. Because I was a 1960’s young Danny McSkunk, that is, a male and breathing, worry that the war would consume me one way or the other was a constant. The situation had my attention when I checked for Rogue country warblers in the spring, extracted a junco from a mist net, while counting birds on Oregon islands, all the time. One fateful day, a draft notice arrived. Luckily, so to speak, I had already joined the Navy in a program that allowed me to finish school before requiring me to active duty. By active, I mean not just having my attention, but standing at attention.
In early summer of 1967, I had just turned in all college requirements and had packed for a few…
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