Birds are all around us. All we have to do is stay quiet and look upward and sooner or later, we hear a song or from the corner of our eye, discern movement in the branches of a tree, and then we realize that the birds have been there all the time, watching us.
I first got into birdwatching when I spent three months working in East Africa. I bought a pocket guide to local birds to help me identify the common garden species that I saw on my daily walks in the city, Kampala, that seemed beyond exotic to me. I slowly became hooked and started on a quest to spot every bird in the guide, which thanks to several safaris, I almost completed.
Now I enjoy nothing more than observing birds in my Southern California garden, where hummingbirds, phoebes and woodpeckers are common visitors, and wherever I travel. Last weekend for example, I was entranced watching Barrow's goldeneyes - diving ducks of the Pacific Northwest - bobbing and diving for food in the shallow waters of English Bay in Vancouver, British Columbia.
What if the tables were turned? How often do we consider that birds may be studying us from the safety of their lofty perches as we go about our daily business? Food for thought, and one of the ideas that led to my third novel "Crows' Feat".
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