The first time I went out to look at birds, I had no idea what I was doing. Not only did I show up without binoculars, but I didn’t even know how to refer to the activity. When I met my birding group for the first time in a parking lot in Mississauga, I asked: ...
During the week, I’m a writer, editor, writing coach, and lecturer who sits at her desk for long stretches of time, crafting sentences and researching obscure details about the culinary predilections of Peter the Great. But on Saturdays I transform into a Tilley hat clad birder who sets her alarm clock for an unseemly hour ...