<html><head></head><body><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:16px;"><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">Dear Tweeters,</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">On the topic of monetizing a stakeout, here is a precedent from the Lone Star State. In 2003, while I was down there birding with a couple of other chaps, we heard tell of a Blue Mockingbird staked out in the very birdy yard of a Mr. Williams, in the town of Pharr, Texas.</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">One of the guys balked at the idea of paying to see a bird, so he went off birding somewhere else. The other agreed to come with me to Mr. Williams's house. When we got there, there was nobody home; no sign of other birders did we see. At the end of the driveway was a table set up with a guest register, directions to the bird's favored haunts, and a coffee can with a slot in the lid. </div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">At this point, the other guy suggested that we hold off on paying, until such time as we actually saw the bird.</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">"Are you crazy?" I remonstrated. "If we do that, we're sure to dip on it! I'm payin' right now!"</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">He reluctantly ponied up his fee. It was either five or ten bucks apiece.</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">It took us only a few minutes to find the bird. Tick!</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">I don't remember whether the money went to Mr. Williams's general fund, or whether it was earmarked for some nobler cause. Either way, it was a straightforward transaction.</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">It might be tricky to run this sort of arrangement in some neighborhoods, in this day of porch piracy, but I am sure it could be done. If such a rarity were to show up at my place, I'd consider having a donation system set up for Skagit Land Trust. I didn't do that when I had the Black-chinned Hummingbird here, but I probably could have. A sliding scale might be one way to approach it.</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">One last thing. A number of years ago, I followed up on a report of a Yellow-headed Blackbird. It had been reported from a country road up in Marblemount. I never did find that bird. As I was walking up that road, a man stumbled out of a single-wide mobile home, carrying a can of beer. In an amiable haze of intoxication, he asked what I was doing. When I told him that I was looking for a Yellow-headed Blackbird, and explained what that was, he scratched his head. Then he asked, "Might there be any money in that?"</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">It saddened me to inform him that, no, there is very little money to be made in guiding people to Yellow-headed Blackbirds. I always think of that conversation when I pass by that mobile home. It is still mouldering away up there.</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">Yours truly,</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">Gary Bletsch</div></div></body></html>