Finding your wings as a birder
(published 4-22-26)
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| The welcoming nature of birding contributes to its growing popularity. About 96 million Americans watch birds, based on a 2022 federal survey--more than double the number in 2016! |
Today I’m pondering yet another thing I love about birding, its
accessibility. Entry barriers are few: anyone can enjoy the hobby on some
level, in their own way.
I’ve read articles lately about how blind people are birding.
So are people who can’t walk or even go outside. The hobby is open to all. It
helps, of course, that birds are everywhere. We only need to look and listen.
These thoughts fluttered through my thankful head last month
after returning from an exciting week of “target birding” in Southern
California. It was a brand of dawn-to-dusk birdwatching I only do a few times a
year—visiting new places, chasing down regional specialties, adding birds to my
life list, and sharing the experience with strangers who quickly become friends.
Back home in Glen Ellyn, I still had a challenge to meet. As
mentioned here before, my goal was to see or hear 25 species in the yard between
New Year’s Day and the first day of spring. I tried this in 2025 and failed badly.
On the bright side, one of my 18 species was a flyover Bald Eagle, not an easy
yard bird.
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| Trying new experiences helps us discover what aspects of birding we enjoy most, a process I call "finding our wings." My wife took this photo of me in Palm Springs, Calif. |
(To review, a “yard bird” is any bird seen or heard when you
have at least one foot on your property. That means you can count birds high in
the sky or perched in a tree down the street. A “yardie” is any new addition to
your yard list. Sometimes, a yardie is also a lifer, like my first Pine Siskin
in 1998.)
Completing my winter yard challenge was a kick. I worked at
it, looking and listening more closely. I also put an old tactic to work,
tossing handfuls of mixed seed on the ground in strategic places. It paid off, even
though it killed me to make life easier for the House Sparrows and squirrels. I’m
continuing the practice this spring in hopes of enticing a Brown Thrasher or Eastern
Towhee.
This is all to say that birding offers many ways to have
fun. Seeing a bunch of new birds in California was a blast, but so was upping
my yard game during winter’s final days. Home or away, I’m a happy birder.
I hope that goes for you, too. But besides a happy one, what
kind of birder are you? What kind of birding do you enjoy most? What kinds of
bird-related activities bring you joy? It’s worth considering.
I confess to getting carried away writing about lifers and
listing milestones and Big Days and Big Years and rare bird chases and
stakeouts—aspects of the hobby that interest me. But I appreciate that no two
birders are alike.
All birders do not arise at 5 a.m. All do not use the Merlin
app. Some don’t even keep a life list. Imagine that!
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| Birding offers myriad pathways for engaging with the hobby. The ones we choose shape us as birders and define our connection with birds. |
Members of our tribe have much in common, of course, starting
with curiosity about birds. We also share a desire to connect with nature.
Birding provides that connection, which is good therapy these days.
How you engage with the hobby is personal. Birding can be as
challenging or as easy as we care to make it. That’s part of what makes it so
accessible.
Whatever approach you choose, there’s nothing wrong with
having a routine. Bird on, and bird as you wish. It’s all good! But I urge you
to keep an open mind about new birding experiences. You might uncover different
aspects of the hobby that make it even more fulfilling.
For me, that’s been writing, giving talks, supporting bird
conservation, and traveling to new places. For others it could be photography, studying
migration, or leading field trips.
It can take a while to find our wings, but we gradually identify
what kind of birders we are or aspire to be. If we’re lucky, as I believe all
birders are, it’s a journey of discovery that never ends.
Copyright 2026 by Jeff Reiter. All rights reserved.


