I don't think having a large dog romping around thru the woods in front of you is standard birding technique. Still, years of upland game hunting for pheasants and ruffed grouse make it seem quite normal to me. Baron flushes the tiny birds and they often fly in my direction as not. Now I know where to look for them with my binocs as they land in nearby trees.
I did see some nice brown trout along the way. I marked the spots in my mind, planning on coming back for them another day. In the meantime, Baron and I headed back to the camper. Mrs. T. mentioned something about steak for dinner. Come on pup. Time to go.
I come to a spot where two streams join. The water is too deep for my waders. Baron swims across and looks back expecting me to follow. Fortunately their is an old abandoned bridge, which carried some long forgotten road. Now it allows me to easily reach the other side.
I watch carefully when he starts sniffing the ground too carefully. Chasing deer is not acceptable. Then, as he and I learned later in the fall, investigating skunks isn't so great an idea either.These crystal clear, cold streams, orginate from springs. This limestone (karst) region is full of disappearing rivers, caves, sinkholes and bubbling springs. Here is one in a nearby state park. Water cress is often an indicator of such a spring.