Thirty years ago on Easter Sunday my wife and I joined the Hampton Roads Bird Club's Sunday bird walk. It was our first time doing anything like birding. We had seen a poster announcing the semi-monthly walks while hiking at the park and thought it would be interesting to see what this bird-thing was like. Two things stand out in my memory about that walk. First, I saw a lot of things I didn't know what they were but the patient birders on the walk happily helped identify them.
ME: there's a bird on the ground
OTHER: That's a starling
ME: What's that bird on the sidewalk?
OTHER: That's a starling
Five minutes later
ME: What's that in the tree
OTHER: That's a starling
Five minutes later
ME: There is a bunch of birds flying by
OTHER: Those are starlings
Ten minutes later
ME: What's the bird on the railing?
OTHER: That's a starling
Another 10 minutes
ME: Is that a starling
OTHER: No, that's a robin
Luckily, no one lost patience with the new guy who quickly became the starling finder 😀
The second thing I remember is seeing a great blue heron. That became my spark bird, the one that focuses your initial energy and excitement and hooks you into this all-encompassing hobby. Driving around town and going on other walks in parks nearby, I saw a great blue heron each of the next seven days and I was hooked. And if you can't tell by the name of this blog, it became my special bird identity.
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| A recent great blue heron, not one of the spark ones |
I didn't keep records or anything so all I know is that we saw at least two different species on that walk.
This past weekend we went on that walk again to celebrate. Not sure there was anyone here this time that was there the first time. Perhaps the current walk leader was, we don't remember. Over the years as the group as changed leaders and participants, the walk has expanded to cover more and more of the park and last longer. This week we spent about 6 hours birding, including walking a trail that usually isn't part of the walk in hopes of finding more migrating warblers. There weren't great warbler numbers but we still saw 56 species; at least a dozen of them were by call only. That concept would have blown my mind 30 years ago.
Highlights today included seeing a pair of barred owls, a belted kingfisher with a fish, a prothonotary warbler about 20 ft away, and hearing several common yellowthoats singing. Only the kingfisher was in a position to get a decent photograph.
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| Belted kingfisher with a fish for breakfast |
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| Kingfisher whacking the fish to subdue it |
Appropriately, there was also a couple of great blue herons. They are probably one of my most seen birds. I've recently been doing a data dive into my eBird data so I should be able to answer that question.
I'm still amazed at how that decision to go on the walk, and the welcoming, helpful people on the walk, started a new hobby that has seriously changed my life (and usually for the better). I sometimes get lost in thought of how I would be spending my time if I didn't enjoy birdwatching. I've never came up with a good answer.



































