I made a quick jolt to go birding with a friend at the bridge to nowhere inEdwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge in New Jersey while everyone else was watching the Super Bowl. We spotted these species and more:

And it wouldn’t be Jersey if there weren’t ticks. Yes, you read that right: TICKS. In February. In the winter. Between the two of us and the dog, we found over a dozen on us. ick! I’m still itchy just thinking about it.

The area is called bridge to nowhere because…guess what!? There’s a bridge to nowhere. Who would have thought!?