Face facts, a birder is the nerd of the outdoor world. Everyone else is a tough, self-reliant individual who can survive off the land with nothing but matches and a can of DEET. Even though a fisherman often sits in a cozy craft with a cooler full of beer, a person in the wild would still run to a fisherman for help rather than a birder clunking around with binoculars and a camera. Rehabilitation of the birder image starts now.
The operative word is beer. I would go with a citrusy IPA after sighting an indigo bunting but a bourbon barrel-aged oatmeal stout for late season duck. Or there are always wine pairings if beer is not your first choice. I recommend a light, sparkling wine after sighting warblers, but a cabernet for the raptors. I’m sure a knowledgeable wine enthusiast can come up with an entire bird-wine list. Of course, it goes without saying that one should always drink responsibly.
Now that birders are on a more even footing with their outdoor counterparts or, at least, have, hopefully, lost a smidgeon of nerdiness, it is time to discuss the joys of birding. I’m a birder because birds are:
GEEKY
OR MORE GEEKY!
OR EVEN MORE GEEKY
OR PENCIL NECKS
OR SERIOUS PENCIL NECKS!
OK, maybe I find hope for all of us nerds in the adaptation of nerdiness in nature.
Margaret Seibel, Bird Nerd