The Big Year Page #3
Dear God.
Probably could have used
another cup of coffee.
Shut up.
In birding terms,
what Bostick and Fuchs saw that day
was nothing short of a miracle.
Unbelievable.
This is the rarest bird I've ever seen.
It's like we were meant to crash here.
We were.
They had survived a near-fatal crash,
only to stumble upon
Do you realize how rare that is?
Statistically, in the Pacific Northwest,
they had a greater chance
of seeing a unicorn.
All of a sudden your arm
doesn't feel so broke, does it?
You could chop my arm off.
How's the conference?
How bad could it be?
It's Paris. How's it going there?
Glorious! Dawn just broke.
Tamaulipas crows'll be here any minute.
I'm happy for you.
But I wish you were here.
You're just jealous.
Mmm. Green.
What was that?
I'm renovating.
Again? I thought we just got done
redoing the whole house.
Uh-huh.
But not the upstairs and the kitchen.
Whoa, the kitchen?
I thought we had an agreement that
we were gonna wait on doing the kitchen.
to do another Big Year.
Jess, I've told you,
the birds wait for no man.
And neither do I.
So I had to hire Frank Falucci,
seeing as you're so busy.
You hired my competitor?
That's gonna drag on forever.
No, 'cause I said to Frank
that I'd give him a bonus
if he was done by April.
A bonus?
All right, but, jeez, babe, please,
you've got to keep an eye on this.
I'm well aware, honey.
Okay, so is it old man Frank
in charge of the job,
or is it his kind of good-looking son
who's doing it?
He's not that good-looking.
Where are you, anyway?
I'm in Wyoming. I got to bag a sage grouse.
- Is it beautiful there?
- No.
It's hot and dusty. It's a real dump.
Ketchup potato chip?
Ketchup potato chip?
- No, thank you.
You want a ketchup potato chip?
No?
This is what happens to retirees, Stu.
They lose their minds.
Hey, look, everybody! Vultures!
You have to handle
the negotiations yourselves.
I told you, I'm done.
The company is your baby, sir,
and it's in trouble.
Yeah, and your baby's
wandered into the street.
- And there are cars coming.
- Your baby needs you, Stu.
Save your baby!
You guys are pathetic.
- Two days. Two.
- That's all we're asking.
- Just till the deal's closed.
- And you'll never hear from us again.
Two days. Then I'm done.
- You got it.
- Two days in New York
- and then you migrate.
- Migrate!
See, you're not the only one
with a sense of humor.
Yes, I am.
Falucci.
Long time no see, Bostick.
It's a beautiful place you got here, sir.
Yeah, it was.
All right, Falucci, I'm gonna be going over
your time sheets like a hawk,
so you might want to
ease up on the snack breaks.
Your wife wasn't exaggerating.
Everything with you is birds, Bostick!
Yeah, it is.
Jess?
Jess?
No. No! What the...
Jess?
- Hello, stranger. This is a rare sighting.
- Hi.
Yeah. What have you done to our house?
- Do you like it so far?
- So far?
Please don't tell me there's more to come!
This is crazy!
Are you trying to get my attention?
It worked.
Is that the point of all this?
I don't know. I don't know, Kenny.
What is the point?
this room standing,
that you didn't take
a sledgehammer to this.
I'm supposed to put
my life on hold for a year?
Like a pathetic golf widow?
You're not a golf widow.
You can't compare golf to this.
Golf's just like a hobby.
And the birding is what exactly?
I don't know, it's like a calling.
This is like my calling.
Like Gandhi?
No, come on.
I'm not comparing myself to Gandhi, okay?
That's ridiculous. Okay?
It's more like I'm Mozart, I guess.
Okay, fine. You got a calling.
I got a calling, too.
- It's known as a baby.
- Yeah.
I know. I like to think that that's like
another one of my callings, too.
And you're gonna have to contribute,
you realize, eventually.
- I realize.
- In person.
Yes. In person.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
Really? 'Cause I ain't so sure, Wolfgang.
Maybe I can convince you.
I didn't mean now.
Come on. What's the matter with now?
'Cause we have a house full of men.
Just pretend they're not there.
Okay, pretend that we don't care
that they're there.
I'm pretending.
...throughout much of the Southwest,
spreading all the way into
the Pacific Northwest.
Now, for those of you in the Southeast,
Texas will be experiencing
high winds this morning,
as this storm moves very quickly south
into the Gulf of Mexico.
If you're planning to be
anywhere in the Gulf today,
better batten down the hatches.
that may last for 72 hours.
Look at these waves, these winds,
- and strong storms.
- Fallout.
- We are talking hurricane-force winds.
- Kenny.
I know this is bad. I know this makes me
look like a world-class a**hole,
- but, babe, I gotta go.
- Kenny! Kenny!
Kenny!
I'll call you!
Bill? Don't say no. I'm going to Texas.
I'm getting on a plane right now.
Texas? You just got back.
major fallout in a few hours.
- Nuclear fallout?
- Bird fallout.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about a major storm
hitting the Gulf of Mexico
in the middle of migration season.
and downpours
literally dropping from the sky!
I'll put it down as a sick day.
- Stu.
- Hey.
- Where you going?
- Texas.
Texas? Now? What about Mclntire?
How do we explain this?
Act of God.
Act of God? No! That's not gonna work!
Stop this car! Stop this car!
Those damn birds!
Stu arrived on the outskirts of Houston
feeling liberated after skipping out on
his meeting in New York.
I really believe I can win this thing.
Bostick, not surprisingly,
was supremely confident.
Yes! Yes!
I really think I've got this thing locked up.
And I got to admit, I was feeling
that luck was on my side for a change.
I'm starting to think I have a chance.
I had done the math.
I knew what spring fallout meant.
A world record was within my grasp.
Whoa!
Unbelievable.
Oh, my God.
Faced with that headwind,
they have to come down
at the first land they see,
and that's right here.
One thing's for sure,
today's happening is strictly
for the birds. Gretchen.
Come on, guys, get... Keep it moving!
Come on, we got a lot of birds to see.
Bloody ass. Only Americans can
turn birding into a competition!
That's right.
You don't want to miss this one!
What?
- Brad!
- Stu!
I knew you'd be here. I was looking for you.
- Me, too.
- This is incredible, isn't it?
I know. Where do we even start?
There's the best birder in the world.
Maybe we should...
Follow him.
Prothonotary warbler.
Gotcha.
Oh! Blue grosbeak.
It's a buffet.
So I play what the kids wanna hear
While I spange on Broadway
Shine, let it shine
Even if it burns your eyes
This light of mine is mine
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