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: ...
People often ask me about my favorite bird. Though I’ll always be partial to my spark bird, the red winged blackbird, it seems that my favorite bird changes every time I go out birding.