Lisa's fear: "Honey, I'm afraid you're becoming a birder."
I'm not a birder, I'm a guy who likes to watch birds. But I acknowledge that I'm on a slippery slope.
- I now own two books which cover the identification and basic natural history of the birds of the Hawaiian Islands (more on the book problem later)
- I may start to attend Chicago Audubon Society meetings - this is because they help manage the Forest Preserve site where I work
- The prospect of starting a "life list" of critters I've seen in the wild has crossed my mind more than once
The picture was taken in late March at the Dwight Perkins Woods, a Cook County Forest Preserve District parcel in northwest Evanston. It's less than two miles from my home, but I had no idea it existed until very recently. Anyway, the Perkins Woods is a remnant of the "Big Woods" that once stood throughout Evanston.
Just last weekend, I went a little crazy at the Chicago Botanic Garden. I got a few fantastic pictures of a common grackle (Quiscalus quiscula) and an American robin (this familiar passerine is saddled with the unfortunate binomial Turdus migratorius).
Am I doomed to slide from "a guy who watches birds" to to "a birder?" Unless the City of Evanston establishes a slothpital or some kind of municipal tapir sanctuary, it seems likely that birds will become the primary source for my natural history fix. I'm going to write my alderman about that.