Now that February is nearly over, I have excitedly started planning for spring migration. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved winter birding, and this winter has felt particularly rich and rewarding on the life bird front. The ducks have never been more wondrous, I’m thinking of you, wood duck! And I’ve enjoyed seeing American coots, ...
My hairdresser asked me a question this weekend. “So you see a bird”, he said, “and then what?” And it got me thinking. It may well be that there’s something inherently pointless about birding. Unlike almost everything else in my life, there’s no tangible goal when I go out birding. I see a bird, I ...