We used to call them “tour guides.” That was a bit of a misnomer, as they rarely gave “tours.” We have talked many times about how fortunate we are to have Brookside County Park as our home. Suffolk County is very generous to us. Most other Audubon groups do not have a home base.
One of the agreements that we have in our stewardship contract with Suffolk County is that we will have someone at the Park on Wednesdays and Sundays to welcome people and show them around, if they would like – give them a tour. We have been very fortunate, again, that Steve Steinbaum joined our Board of Directors and took on the position of Brookside Coordinator. Steve has been doing a great job and is readily available. The team of Brookside volunteers is small right now, for different reasons from people having volunteered for a long time, life circumstances changing or difficulty getting out. Sometimes it’s just that someone doesn’t have a partner to go with and doesn’t want to go alone. We are very grateful to Karen, Edward, Methel, Walter, and Lisa. However, a few of our people are snowbirds, and some are not “official” but show up to help clean the trails, take a walk, & fill feeders.
We recently got a new recruit, Jim, who lives right in the area. Jim has been really helpful in getting things done and being present. If spending a Wednesday or Sunday afternoon at Brookside is something that might interest you, visit our website or send Steve an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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