I fell sort of sideways into birdwatching as a hobby--it started innocently enough. We moved to a place with a fabulous deck, and lots of wooded area, and the neighbors all had feeders, so on a whim, I put up a bird feeder, and lo! The birds came! And then I put up a suet feeder, and different birds came! And some of them were AMAZING! And then I heard you can get even more birds with nyger seed, so I put that up, and finches came! And then I put a feeder on the ground and the doves and the cardinals and the juncoes and the white-crowned sparrows came! And then I had run out of feeder options, unless I wanted to put up a hummingbird or oriole feeder (and don't think I'm not tempted) but lo! There were cameras and lifelists, and lots of similiar minded people who are thrilled to see birds and talk about birds and without quite knowing how, I found myself at the Great Dismal Swamp, armed with binoculars extolling the virtues of the prothonotory warbler to my patient and baffled husband. And then I realized, I've become a birder. It just happened.
What also happened is a nagging sensation that the birds find me amusing. I kinda sympathize with the mouse here. Sometimes, you're fumbling with the guidebooks, juggling binoculars, trying to count wingbars or head stripes, and you just know the birds are laughing at you.
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