Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?
~ David Attenborough
My daily walk is a perfect storm of pleasures.
So not like Nika, Orion and Pax. And, yes, I consider myself very very very lucky.
On my way to the beach (which is cheaper than therapy),
I see a pelican at rest on the rocks,
a crested tern (greater? lesser? royal?) colony,
an agile sandpiper busying itself
near protected turtle nesting spots.
Seabirds of all sorts scurry, then disappear in the mix of sand and shells. I can’t tell a willet from a sanderling from a godwit. Even with a bird book. Yet.
One morning I met mother/daughter birdwatchers. They came to watch a flock of frigate birds, a rare sight in these parts.
where the king/queen of the avian food chain roosts in its favorite fishing tree.
So, bird book in hand, I’m happier than a seagull with a french fry. I wonder what I’ll see tomorrow.
Do you watch birds?
What got you started?
What’s your most memorable birding moment?