If you’ve been following this blog for awhile, you probably know how much I love nature. Hiking, camping, gardening, even raising butterflies. There aren’t very many outdoor activities (or critters) I don’t like. Although, I’ve never taken a particular interest in birds. Not until recently, that is. It seems over the past few months, I’ve become something of an accidental birder.
It all started unassumingly. I’d stop and admire a cardinal on my walks, or hear a particularly loud or unique birdsong–or a cry like a hawk’s–and wonder, who’s making that noise? So one day last month, I got myself a Cornell field guide (highly recommended for anyone new to birding and who finds the 300+ page Birds of North America volumes more than a little daunting). I broke out the camera, the binoculars and set out to both learn and document what’s living in my backyard.
And I have to say, I absolutely love it. What a wonderful and rewarding activity. Although I know I’ve only scratched the surface. Even in my own backyard. There are plenty of birds I have heard and not seen, like Barred Owls and Mourning Doves. Just this morning, I got my first glimpse of a Pileated Woodpecker. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough to get a photo.
That said, I find I’ve become passionate about birdwatching rather quickly. It’s one of my most treasured zen habits. I enjoy going out every morning and checking/refilling/cleaning the feeders and the birdbath. And while I’ve got a ways to go with regard to my nature photography skills, I like trying my hand at it.
Anyway, despite the title of this post, which may suggest a lengthy, philosophical-type diatribe on birdwatching, what I’d like to do is share some of my photos with you instead. I hope you enjoy them. (All photos in this post are mine.)
These tiny birds, who are frequent visitors to the feeder, are almost always in motion, so I wait patiently for the day when I can get a proper portrait-style photo. (As a side note, I think they’ve also got the most charming little song.)