If you have been following my blog since its inception you may recall my first post, The Broken Foot Birder. It was composed in September of 2010 while I was recovering from a broken foot. I was frustrated about missing out on things due to my dependency on crutches, and it was during this time period that I decided to take up birding and blogging. Now, in an uncanny turn of fate akin to being struck by lightning twice, I have once again broken my foot. This time I fell of a ledge while hanging Christmas lights on my house. Technically I jumped off the ledge, and I should probably add that I jumped due to a swarm of wasps coming out of a nest I had disturbed, lest you think that I am prone to reckless ledge-jumping. The result was a crushed heel that must now be surgically repaired. So I have once again donned the Broken Foot Birder moniker and figure it is time for another session of introspective analysis.
I have been birding for a little over a year, and, although I am still relatively new at it, I realize that I may be the world’s worst birder. I still can’t identify most of the birds I see, especially the little ones, because they all look the same to me. I set a goal of seeing 200 types of birds this year, which should be an easy feat here in South Florida, and I may not even hit the half way point. I haven’t yet seen an eagle or an owl, unless you count the fake owl that my coworkers put in a tree in the parking lot that completely fooled me. I have non-birding friends telling me about seeing owls all the time and they aren’t even trying. So I am definitely not good at birding. But I still love it.
It is great having something to be passionate about that isn’t work. I love getting out into nature. I enjoy the challenge of identifying the birds I see and the quest to check new birds off the list. I am learning quite a bit about this fascinating subject. I am becoming a pretty good photographer. I get to write creatively. I think my favorite thing about birding is seeing the little treasures that a million people pass right by and never notice.
So even though I am not a great birder, I am definitely going to miss it during these next few weeks and I can’t wait to get out there again. Luckily, I had the opportunity to get a few sessions in just before the injury — in fact I birded a new spot the morning of the day it happened — so I will be able to post some photos and stories while I am on the shelf. Here is a shot of a molting European Starling taken at the Dump Marsh in Cutler Bay, FL a couple hours before my fall…er…jump.
|European Starling (Sturnus vulgaris)|