I love taking pictures of birds. It is very hard. Most birds won’t sit still for too long. A lot of times, they fly away before you even have time to pick up or take out your camera. But the reward is great—I love the feeling of being able to catch a good picture of a lovely bird (check post #116 for a picture of an eagle peeing!)
And I thought, even though I can’t always take a good picture, I am a pretty good “bird watcher”, in terms of spotting them. Boy, I was so wrong.
A couple of days ago, I joined a bird watching trip offered by a local Bird Store. An expert from the store led a group of a dozen people, mostly pretty experienced bird watchers, plus a newbie like me. We walked around Wet Beaver Creek for several hours. By the end of the trip, supposedly, we had seen more than twenty different kinds of birds.
Guess how many I have seen? Not more than half a dozen, mostly I have only had a quick glimpse of them before they flew away. And, pitifully, I have only taken picture of one—the only one I learned to identify—Western Blue Bird. Don’t be fooled, even though they don’t seem “blue” at all in the picture, the feathers on the other side are blue in color.
Will I join another bird watching trip? I doubt it. One needs to be very patient to be a good bird watcher. Patience isn’t one of my good virtues. 🙂 I would rather hike, in much faster pace. If I find a bird sitting still, I will definitely take a picture. But as a “bad bird watcher”, I won’t go looking for them.