How the Great Backyard Bird Count made me a birder

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My first ever bird journal!

Lots of birders recall their “spark bird” – the sighting that gave them the bug to bird – fondly.

I don’t have a spark bird. I have a spark weekend.

There’s this neat bookstore in the nearby town of Bethel called Byrd’s Books. In this do-or-die time for independent book sellers—there’s a lot of competition out there from Amazon, mostly, but from other large outlets that sell books at a cut price as well, such as BJs and Costco—they constantly have to invent new ways to keep themselves alive.

One of the ways Byrd’s does this is through the creation of community. Alice works hard to host a number of interesting events. In late January, her newsletter heralded an introductory session to the Great Backyard Bird Count—an annual event that takes place around President’s Day Weekend. It’s when birders everywhere count the birds in their yards or anywhere else they visit, and make reports each day. The National Audubon Society and the Cornell Lab of Ornithology then use these reports to create a real-time snapshot of local bird populations. In prior years, this count has been exceptionally helpful in noting increases and decreases in certain populations and, for example, how changing weather patterns have affected them.

GBBC Confirmation

I signed us up immediately—Nathan has been a birder for years, and I’ll admit I never understood the appeal of it, but it would be an interesting date for us. I was excited, because I knew Nathan would be; I also love going to lectures on just about anything, and I love participating in citizen science. Besides, maybe I could figure out what the heck it is he loves about sitting out on our back porch for hours watching birds.

Whatever it was got me too. The four-day stint turned into an addiction, and I’m now one of countless birders (there’s some discrepancy about how many birders there are in the US and the world. If you’re interested, you can read about that here).

I’m out there every morning with my coffee, watching the birds come to our feeders (I’ve changed my morning routine – I get up half an hour earlier so I can fit in that time). I have a new appreciation for binoculars. I have two birding journals going. I love to log in to ebird and share what I’ve seen. Birding podcasts have been added to my listening rotation. I get a thrill to visit new places—not just for the thrill of visiting new places now, but for the thrill that I might see a new or different bird. And my morning stress levels have dropped considerably—watching birds is a lot like watching fish. Chills a person right out. But most of all? I love the birds. Some of them are distinct in size and/or markings, so I can tell them apart as individuals with little personalities (like Hugo, the largest of our three titmice who never shuts up. I mean, never. Except when he’s eating).

So, you might see a birding post or two from here forward—especially if I see something cool or if we go do a birding activity. For now, I’d like to introduce you to some of the special birds in my past, as well as some of our current birds, especially Fattypants, our male Carolina Wren that’s been hanging around here all winter. Did you know that only the male Carolina Wrens sing, and they have one of the loudest sounds in the bird kingdom?

For the record, this winter we’ve had between 10 and 16 species in the yard on a daily basis.

The Great Backyard Bird Count takes place every February (in 2019, it will take place from the 15 – 18). For more information, visit here, or visit Ebird here.

Wild turkeys in our yard, 10-14-02

Walt Disney World, 9-19-07

Mallards at Down the Hatch, 8-7-10

Mallards Down the Hatch 8-7-10

Orson, World’s Fattest House Finch 10-13-13

Great-tailed grackle, Austin, 08-18-14

Great-Tailed Grackle Austin 8-18-14

Bartleby the Tufted Titmouse, 3-21-15

This little guy had a broken wing, so Nathan rescued him. We kept him overnight in our guest bathroom (away from our cats) until we could bring him to a wildlife rescue center — Wildlife in Crisis — in nearby Weston. We are happy to report they were able to save him.

Barred owl in our yard, 9-9-16

Barred Owl 9-9-16

Red-tailed hawk, 10-23-16

Black-capped chickadees, 7-12-17

We had to get rid of our citronella candles, because we were afraid these little guys were trying to get at the dead bugs trapped in the wax, and we were afraid the wax would hurt them.

Chickadees 7-12-17

Savannah, 2-22-18 – 2-27-18

Some of our backyard residents, Winter 2018

Mute swan, outside the Maritime Aquarium at Norwalk, 3-11-18Mute Swan Maritime 3-11-18

Fattypants the Carolina Wren, 3-30-18

 

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About kristipetersenschoonover

A ghost story writer who still sleeps with the lights on, Kristi Petersen Schoonover’s fiction has appeared in countless magazines and anthologies. She has received three Norman Mailer Writers Colony Residencies, served as a co-editor for Read Short Fiction, has judged both writing and grant competitions and co-hosts the Dark Discussions Podcast. Her work Skeletons in the Swimmin’ Hole is a collection of ghost stories set in Disney Parks; her novel, Bad Apple, was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She’s also a member of the New England Horror Writers Association. More info: www.kristipetersenschoonover.com

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