You say “bird watching” and I say “birding.” (Well, now I do.)
So I find the love of my life who ends up being a birder and I become one too. Sorta. And then I find out there are all sorts of birders around me.… Continue reading
So I find the love of my life who ends up being a birder and I become one too. Sorta. And then I find out there are all sorts of birders around me.… Continue reading
When I first was dragged started going out in the field birding with my husband I carried a Kodak point-and-shoot camera. Steve would point out a bird to me and “click!” I’d take the picture… Continue reading
It’s a modern but old-fashioned story, really. I lived in the U.S. and he, a Canadian, was living in Dundee, Scotland going to school to get another advanced degree. We were both (ahem)… Continue reading