Where do I begin? Mother's Day weekend has been a profoundly, moving experience for me and
I don't think I am alone...since I
wasn't alone. Accompanied by Orland Carra, Jeff, Marianne, Sandy and Alex Madzia, Bill and Laura Randolph and our fearless leader, Kibbie Kibbel, not to mention countless others from around the world, I wandered through sacred wilderness, listening for a particular song...watching for a twitch in the leaves, or a flutter of tiny wings.
I am a birder.
Who knew? I mean, I have always been a forest child. When I was little, my Mother would take us on long walks in the woods and teach us about all the wild things she knew. My father handed down a love of natural beauty...the colors in the sunset...fall leaves. They taught me the names of the more common creatures and to recognize the songs and sounds. Dad always had a bird feeder. He taught me how to use binoculars to get a very close look at Cardinals and Blue jays, Mocking Birds and Sparrows. When I grew up, life crept in and though I always enjoyed nature walks ("Wood's Tromping", we would call it), it wasn't until the late 1990's that I really began to pay serious attention to birds.
I lived in a sweet, little cabin in Yellow Sulphur Springs, VA. Our kitchen window looked out on to a, truly, magical place. Surrounded by forest, the buildings that
were visible were very few, very old and fit the scene like a Norman Rockwell painting. I'd sit at that window for hours, watching our feeder, as I looked through various bird books for the names of all of our visitors. I learned a lot that year, but nothing compared to what I learned in a single day at the
Magee Marsh Wildlife Area in Oak Harbor, Ohio on May 10th, 2008;
International Migratory Bird Day.
I am a birder.
It's a new label for me. Like when I first called myself an artist, though I had been one, all my life. Today I feel just a bit more real, if you know what I mean. I've started my list...and now I'm hooked. I'm real. I've enlisted. I'm a birder.
As evidence of my "officialness", I submit the following list:
1. American Bald Eagle
2. American Redstart
3. Baltimore Oriole
4. Barn Swallow
5. Black Throated Green
6. Blackburnian Warbler
7. Brown-headed Cowbird
8. Cardinal
9. Catbird (Oh...and ya gotta see this...Cat bird...lol...found it while surfing)
10. Cormorant
11. Great Blue Heron
12. Green Heron
13. Killdeer
14. Lincoln Sparrow
15. Nashville Warbler
16. Northern Parula
17. Northern Waterthrush
18. Prothonotary Warbler
19. Redbreasted Nuthatch
20. Red-winged Blackbird
21. Ruby-throated Hummingbird
22. Screech Owl
23. Swamp Sparrow
24. Tree Swallow
25. Warbling Vireo
26. White-crowned Sparrow
27. Wood Thrush
28. Yellow-rumped Warbler
29. Yellow Warbler
30. Yellow-throat Warbler
Not bad, for a single day of birding!
There was much more going on that day, than just looking at birds (as if that weren't enough). We were witness to a banding demonstration, which gave us a close-up view of many of the birds on my list. We had a lovely picnic on the beach (Lake Erie) and I bought a couple of souvenirs from the
Friends of Magee Marsh. We stopped at the
Black Swamp Bird Observatory and also visited the Sportsman’s Migratory Bird Center, near by, where we were able to view a wide variety of raptors, up close, including an
American Bald Eagle,
Golden Eagle,
Redtail Hawk,
American Kestrel,
Peregrine Falcon and a
Barn owl. These were on perches, as they were all rescue animals. So sad for them to need humans so, but educational for us and, at least, they were being loved and cared for. Under a tent, next to them, were a variety of Owls including,
Barn Owl,
Barred Owl,
Great Horned Owl and
Screech Owl. There was also a special telescope set up inside the building where we could view a Bald Eagle on her nest!
All in all a magical weekend with great friends, good food, a little music and memories to last a lifetime!
Cool. I'm a birder.
© 2008 Bettina Makley
UPDATE! Click HERE for additional photos!
I don't think I am alone...since I wasn't alone. Accompanied by Orland Carra, Jeff, Marianne, Sandy and Alex Madzia, Bill and Laura Randolph and our fearless leader, Kibbie Kibbel, not to mention countless others from around the world, I wandered through sacred wilderness, listening for a particular song...watching for a twitch in the leaves, or a flutter of tiny wings.
