It Was A Fowl Time, But We Were Just Winging It!

As seen on TheBlackFoxes.com

Birding, like cycling, wasn't something I got into to pursue any dreams of grandeur. I started really riding bikes more just as a means to play handball at other parks around Queens. I took a deep dive into Birding as a passive hobby while I was on my hikes/trail runs in Decatur. I found joy in something while doing something else I had a passion for. 

Oftentimes I’m alone in my excitement for what I just heard or curious to what flew past, that wasn’t the case while at the Den Retreat. Our Birding group headed out from campgrounds composed of everyone from advanced birders to those who were completely new to the hobby. 

What I loved from that experience was how everyone was able to be a part of it, sharing what they knew or asking questions. There was even the sharing information on something as “simple” as setting up binoculars which can be a barrier if you don’t know how to do it yourself. It was a space to demystify aspects of a hobby that normally would deter someone from trying it out.

To have respect for these incredible creatures you don’t need to know everything about their calls, details or habits. That comes with time and intent. Start as small and as slow as you need. I’ll never forget our time on our bird hike and watching others looking up in the trees following the sounds. Or when we passed some dense shrubs and someone exclaimed “I SEE A BIRD” and we all hushed, binoculars at attention. Some of us got a clear eye on it while others maybe only a fleeting glimpse, but we all laughed, celebrated, and then kept walking. 

It was a great hike, it was a great time talking and sharing with our community, birding or otherwise.