My original plan when I was "young" was to be a birder when I retired.* I am pretty sure I may never retire unless forced to, so I've come to the realization that embracing birding right now is the thing to do.
After all, the world feels like it is exploding before our eyes and though we do what we can, marching with 800 of our neighbors with modified Burger King crowns on our heads doesn’t quite take away the helpless feeling. A birding app, a field guide, and a pair of binoculars has helped me ground myself when I feel like all the molecules in my body are going to fly apart never to be reunited.** The bird feeder, bird bath, and a friend who likes to go birding help too.
This tendency to peer through the windshield (as a passenger of course) and yell, WESTERN KINGBIRD!, started a year ago with the Ute Mountain Mesa Verde Birding Festival.






