We went birding at the Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge yesterday and kind of overdosed on birding. I believe Sacramento NWR is one of the premier bird refuges in the nation; it is certainly the best one I have ever visited. We were here the first time in March of 2005 and spent two days birding, but everyone said we were too late to witness the spectacular Snow Geese migration. This time we hit it.The afternoon started out innocent enough. At the Visitor Center I noticed a Snowy Egret in a pond; Jeanette spotted a pair of House Finches in a tree. On park personnel’s recommendation we start the 6 mile driving loop. A Vulture soars overhead, a Flicker flees for cover, and a Black Phoebe sits on the fence. The list is starting to grow. The first water way holds a dozen Coots, a similar number of Mallards and a couple of Marsh Wrens. We drive on and spot two Ravens and admire a swooping Northern Harrier. This is the greatest. A half dozen White-crowned Sparrows dart along the road. Ring-necked Pheasants can be seen in twos and threes. Our numbers are increasing. Meadow Larks work the ground, a Red-tailed Hawk is perched in a tree, and a lone American Pipit walks a shoreline. The count is really expanding. A larger pond reveals Pintails, Gadwalls, Northern Shovelers, and Great White-fronted Geese. Too many, we will just have to estimate their numbers. We drive on to a larger pond, covered with signature Snow Geese so numerous we cannot see the water. We cannot even guess their number. Now we notice ponds to our right as well as are left contain Snow Geese, the air is filled with birds in flight, who could possibly know their numbers. About this time we realize this is not a place to count birds, just check off species. I photograph and Jeanette tries to discern Ross’s Snow Goose from the common Snow Goose. My eyes are burning, my mind is numb, we stop for a cup of coffee. Bufflehead, Avocets, Cinnamon Teal and Ring-necked Ducks catch our attention. We are only halfway around our six mile loop, but I make a pronouncement---we need to leave, I have birded enough. We start to drive, but spot some Least Grebes, a Nuttall’s Woodpecker in a thicket, a Great Blue Heron lumbers overhead, a Great Egret stands alone, a Bald Eagle watches from a snag. I press on, Red-winged Blackbirds, Double Crested Cormorants, stop---what are those, Rudy Ducks? Yes, in winter plumage. Drive, stop, juvenile Common Moorhens. Now I drive with determination, a flight of Juncos and a Robin. I make it to the gate, we turn for our campground. I need blinders to focus on the road, I wonder if I can drive to our site with my eyes closed. --- 38 species in all if you’ve counted.