When I first began cruising country roads via pedal power, I was energized by all the wildlife. Creating a picture bird log was very compelling, however not practical.
This past year, my son, took up birding. I was enthralled by his photos! See for yourself.
For Mother's Day, I was whisked away on my first, most memorable, birding event. Turns out we have a local wildlife refuge. Who knew?
I spotted a bird with the binoculars.
"What color is it?" he asked.
"It's blue." I replied.
"No, it's red."
"I mean it's green."
Is it any wonder? If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't have believed we had Painted Buntings locally.
He has kept us stirred in wide-eyed wonder with a stream of incredible images. And we have been privileged to accompany him on half a dozen excursions.
I have a very good camera. Really I do.
It takes magnificent pictures of birds inclined to stand very still in front of me for long periods of time patiently waiting for me to "get ready".
Most of my initial pics were of limbs and logs the creatures perched on before silently disappearing as the shutter clicked. Or blurs and silhouettes of out-of-range beauties. (Not to mention the odd bird-shaped leaf.) I finally resorted to dogging the real birder and taking pictures of him taking pictures. Perfectly acceptable for any mom.
When he allowed me to use his "old" camera, I was in heaven. Following him step for step and pointing my camera in the direction of his, I captured my own awe inspiring journal. And I was hooked.
My DH bought me an upgrade camera for Christmas.
The box is in the trash and I have already made my maiden trip alone. Funny thing is there were absolutely no birds to be found. *animated shrug*
I could hear them singing though. First from the north when I was south. And then from the south after I made my way north.
That's O.K. I've planned an early outing to the lake in the morning. Maybe like me, they're slower when they first wake up. (wink)
Obviously, birding is not a high energy sport. You do spend hours upon hours of steady walking though - hills included. It is also a daily ritual. While not rigorous, it must count as exercise.