I have long had a fascination with birders. There is something lovely about spending your days learning about birds, and stealthily trying to find them in the quietest of places. I suspect there is a lot of waiting involved in this particular hobby. And maybe disappointments. But, I imagine time spent in nature, just waiting and watching, to be restorative and satisfying, too. Plus, I do love birds. The magic of their flight. Their sweet little hops, and their beautiful songs. There is something so sweet about watching a chickadee at work, hopping about looking for crumbs at a coffee shop, or flitting from tree to tree. Living in BC, I also get to spy the occasional bald eagle soaring through the sky, or surveying me from the heights of an evergreen. They truly are majestic birds.
Last week, I went birding. Okay, not really. But, when we stopped for a picnic lunch, I got out the camera and snapped. I didn’t capture any rare species, but I did take a minute to notice the creatures before me. And it was lovely. The photos warm my heart. And perhaps yours, too.
Hope you enjoy my feel-good post of the week.
Just found this. It seems to speak to something about the joy of being a birder.
- What Wonderful Fun Is Birding (abirdersnotebook.wordpress.com)