I'd like to address the issue Abbyg raised, which others have also asked me about, which is: what is birding about, psychologically? Is it about the hope of seeing something rare, or about learning how to look at what has been around us all along (read the comment on my last post)?
Before I comment on this issue I would like to get some responses from readers...
I don't know why I find birds so fascinating. I can say, though, that when I go birding I don't think about anything but the birds. I don't worry about my job, my personal life, or the state of the world. I marvel at the tiny hummingbirds, relax at the smooth sailing of the ducks, and grin at the bobbing head feathers of the quail.By Eva, at 10:06 PM
Ok. Coming from a non-birder. It seems like birders are willing to wait patiently for the most infinitesimal of rewards: perhaps just a momentary glimpse of something you don't usually see. This is powerful.By Abbyg., at 10:32 PM
Perhaps this interests me at the moment coming off a book that dwelled for a little bit on reading of facial cues and that skill tied to the autistic spectrum and reality television (of all things! wheee) anways, tonight I found myself tonight trying to weave this birding (birder) analogy into a short story I'm attempting, at a moment where protagonist observes a fleeting look pass across the face of a boy in her kitchen, as they stand wasted in the middle of the night and, drunk as he is, he asks her for another drink before following her up to bed.
why am I rambling? clearly, The joys of categorization seem important The patience seems important. slowing down your looking seems imortant. This ability to embrace rewards that are the exact opposite of permenant, even lingering for that matter, seems important. really important.
Birding for me is marveling at life. it is simply incredible.By , at 1:37 PM
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