Unequally Yoked

I've never been south of Houston (unless you count Hawai'i), but that will soon change. I am tagging along with my roommate down to the very tip of Texas, where numerous species might be found which can be found nowhere else in the United States.

Alas, I will be the only birder again. In my Calvinist theory of birding, there arises an interesting relationship between the elect and the masses; they simply cannot understand each other. I do not want to present a difficulty for my generous hosts, dawdling around with wide eyes and binoculars. But it would be a waste not to get a look around in such a unique place when it might be my only chance!

This must be what it feels like to be 'unequally yoked.' No wonder Paul thought it was a bad idea.