Mt. Tabor nesting birds on Father's Day

Portland OR

Description

You showed me where I heard chicks up in a tree, and when you passed me again later, told me what type of bird the mother was. Third time, you paused me to chat. I remember details we exchanged like you and Noelle(?) childhood friends, you and I near-ish Woodstock <50th, Division >30th. Half a minute after I wished you a good evening and turned away, I realized you'd approached me in the opposite direction of where you parked, just to chat, warmly ask about me and tell about yourself, and I'd been totally oblivious to exchange contacts to connect further. Want you to know I laughed at myself on the way home, but I found our moment sweet, and you put a big smile on my face for it.