Why am I a birder? What is so special about my birding guides? What actually happens on those long drives to meetings? A short true story may shed some light on those issues. Often I am surprised when driving along at 65 miles an hour and I see a red tail hawk overhead and someone says “Oh look at the buzzard.”

I almost never know whether to let them continue to call it a buzzard or pull out my birding guide and show them the difference between hawks and vultures.

Recently while traveling with several non-birders but otherwise very nice people. One sweet lady remarked, “You seem to see a lot more birds than I do. That seemed like an invitation to move into a birding conversation, She had an entirely urban background and zero interest in outdoor pursuits.

Drawing on her urban knowledge, I suggested a change in perspective. Look at :

• • The treetops as if they were the horizon or the rooftops of the buildings,
  • The fields as parks or vacant lots
  • Consider the occasional row or grove of trees as intersections with traffic lights.

Now, I said, “Look for birds at the tops of the old trees in the middle of the vacant lots. Don’t worry about what they are, just give yourself a chance to find a few and feel good about it.”

We spent another couple of hours on the road and when I saw a hawk I directed her vision to the field and sometimes she saw it too. She was elated. After a while she began to describe the birds she saw. It seemed like a whole new world opened up to her.

And I knew it had. I smiled and handed my birding guide to her when we reached our destination and suggested browsing through it during the breaks at out meeting. She did and enjoyed discovering the diversity of birds and the field of ornithology.

Along the dark drive on the way home we did not see birds. She commented on how she could now see shadows and shapes in the trees and fields. She learned to look on the edges where fields and forested areas converge, as if they were intersections with lots of people piled up at a stoplight waiting for it to change before they moved. True, and the life or death of some small mammal would hinge on whether a bird of prey noticed when it moved.

Later when she returned to the city she recalled the birds and their behavior and began to notice more different types of birds than she had ever seen. We emailed.

I was glad I went on that trip. I learned a new way to communicate about birding without bird binoculars, a way to connect urbanites with the open fields of the countryside. And we did all of that without using our bird binoculars. That is part of why I am a birder.

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Mine are as old as these Appalachian hills through which I have been winding my way for days. I am loving the mountains as always and again.

Though the last time I went through the Great Smokies, I was not the driver, so maybe I did not notice as keenly how many turns there are in these mountain roads. I took my cousins for a drive and they declare they will not ride with me again. “cowboy” they called me! HMPH!

Meanwhile, I did make some comments about the bird guides I am using during this trip at my other site. So I will not be redundant here.

No earth-shaking birds yet, just regular anticipated fall beauties, turkey vultures, ravens, crows, chickadees, have all been abundant in the forest along with many warblers, some I knew and some I did not have time to identify.

Along the lakeshores, I saw coots, good old reliable coots, sometimes called the chickens of the fresh water lakes. Mallard ducks, great blue herons, black ducks and many turtles sunning on logs. I almost ran over three box turtles one afternoon. The road was too inviting for them.

But I was watching for them and did not do any damage. The last time I stopped and helped on across the road, it turned around and went right back the other way when I put it down again. So this time I just let them keep on walking.

At a blue grass concert it was a delight to listen to the crows responding to the odd instruments below them. We were sitting on the grass watching them and listening to the concert. We were close enough to the front that we did not even need to use our bird binoculars to assist with seeing the star performers.