About the Accidental Birder
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 put me in places I never even thought of going to before like the Amazon, Galapagos Islands, the Andes and even undiscovered places in my own hometown.
I’ve taken up photography, mostly because if we’re going to be out all day looking for birds I might as well capture a snap or two. It’s not a surprise that we married in the Spring because that’s a good time to celebrate anniversaries by taking vacations when migration occurs. (That was the husband’s master plan, natch.)
My day job is working in Corporate America, and my hiking shoes sit right next to my Jimmy Choos. It’s the perfect blend for a balanced life and you’ll never find me at the end of the year holding a bunch of unused vacation days because there are birds to be found and fresh air to be breathed.
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.
Sometimes accidents happen for a reason.