An Introduction to this page
He knows I'm stalking him. It makes him nervous. I try to back off, but this is so important to me! Will he ever show himself?
He sings cheerfully. I see movement here and there. But his cover is concealing him. I'm not even sure the singer is the one I am looking for. I have been waiting for five minutes. It feels like an hour.
The Lazuli Bunting pops up out of the bushes, finally. I lift my camera, point it, and click. Nothing happens. I have waited so long the camera turned itself off. “Drat!” I growl and fiddle to turn it back on. I raise the camera to my eye again. The Bunting is gone.
I am an amateur birder and photographer. Even after several years of birding I still can identify only about ten or fifteen species without a bird book. Over half of my photos reflect blurs. But I am enthusiastic.
I take a lot of pictures. I take multiple pictures to ensure getting a decent one. So I call myself a birding paparazzi, though I don't take advantage of anyone for profit.
My stars are beautiful. There are blue herons, rosy finches, house sparrows and more. I have a long wish list of birds I want to see and photograph, called a life list.
I'm planning on a weekend of excitement, glamor and fun. Okay, so I'm going bird watching. I may slip in some mud, miss my target and come home insect bitten. But I'm going to take my camera and try to find some birds. That spells fun to me, the bird paparazzi.