Upon meeting my soon-to-be-in-laws, I was asked, “So, are you a birder?”
Sensing my hesitation, they all said in unison, as if they had rehearsed this before: “Well, you are now!” and they chuckled heartily.
So, since meeting my husband, I’ve become a birder. An accidental birder, at best. I can’t go all day like my husband can (how does he do that?) and I can’t name the species by sight, let alone by sound, like he can, but boy has it taken me out of my comfort zone and sent me to places I never even thought of going to before.
I’m a 40-something who is married with no kids, but we have a cat named, Willow. I’ve taken up photography, mostly because if we’re going to be out all day looking at/for birds I might as well capture a snapshot or two. I work long hours in Corporate America and so I long for the travel that take us to places where the birds are. We married in the Spring because that’s a good time to celebrate anniversaries by taking vacations when Spring Migration occurs. (That was the husband’s idea, natch.)
This blog, hopefully, will help others who are a lot like me understand more about birds and what they contribute to this world. And if I can convert one or two new birders along the way that would be great.
I betcha didn’t know you were a birder after all.