For 30 years, Barbara Galambos, 80, and Margaret Mason, 81, have shared birding adventures. Every Tuesday at 9 a.m., after consulting the birding hot line, the friends drive to area nature centers.
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Barbara Galambos remembers the day she spotted a screech owl perched in the crook of a tree in Theodore Wirth Park.
She jumped into her car and drove to the home of fellow birder Margaret Mason.
"What makes you think it will still be there?" Margaret asked as Barbara hurried her into the car.
"It will be there," Barbara said.
And it was.
Thirty years later, Barbara and Margaret still share birding adventures.
Every Tuesday at 9 a.m., after consulting the birding hot line, the friends drive to area nature centers. Barbara, 80, brings sandwiches on home-baked rye.
Margaret, 81, brings a thermos of coffee. They wear blue jeans, jackets and good walking shoes, and carry Zeiss binoculars. In winter months, they hope to see five birds.
"During spring migration," Barbara says, "you might see 70 birds in one day." But they go year-round, whether it's 36-below or 100 sweltering degrees.
Today, they bundle up against 20 degrees, hoping to spot an owl at Wood Lake Nature Center in Richfield.
"We're always hoping to see an owl," Margaret says.
Margaret moved to Minnesota after graduating from nursing school. At 47, the obstetrics nurse with six young children (and now seven grandchildren) was widowed and feeling lost.
She grew close to Barbara soon afterward, on a birding trip in Itasca State Park.
"Barbara and birding were my salvation," she says.
The two -- both one of 12 children -- have hiked in Minnesota, North Dakota, Texas, even Australia.
"Do you remember that black-throated blue?" Barbara asks.