Bird watcher watching

A Stinky Turkey at the Napo Wildlife Center (actual name)
“Look! Over there! It’s a golden crested rump scratcher!
“Where?”
“On that branch. See it just moved.”
“Oh, I see it now.”
“By the dead branch?”
“No, just down and to the left.”
“Yeah, I see it now too.”
“Are you sure that’s not a pinstriped nitpicker?”
“Let me get the book… No, it’s a female rump scratcher, for sure.”
“Oh, I see it now too.
“That makes 17 new species I’ve seen this morning alone. I gotta record this.”
And so the conversation went for about two hours on the small platform of a 120 foot observation tower high above the canopy of the Ecuadorian rainforest. We reached it, leaving before dawn, after a 30 minute paddled canoe ride across a caiman-filled lake and another 30 minute hike on dark, wet jungle trails. Our group consisted of two couples who were avid bird watchers and took their hobby quite seriously. With an indigenous guide whose eyes saw more than we visitors with binoculars, the Alaskan couples were in seventh heaven. (Some of the sightings made me wonder if there may not have been some mass hallucinations going on.)
These couples had already been to several areas in Ecuador noted for bird watching - some of which sounded quite challenging to get to. (The Napa Wildlife Center where we met them was a 4.5 canoe ride through the jungle which was exciting enough, especially when the howler monkeys sounded like they were about to invade the boat.) They had also been to many places around the world in pursuit of adding to their list of seen birds. They were equipped with good binoculars, cameras, guides, notebooks, and phone apps.
My friend Heidi and I enjoy watching birds. It’s delightful to see nuthatches, chickadees, and cardinals on our Minnesota bird feeders. On walks we often spot eagles, hawks, herons, and snow geese. But we don’t really take it very seriously, I guess.
While I don’t personally share the passion the Alaskan couples showed for their hobby, I was a bit envious. Having such a passion, whether it is for birds, sports, cars, books, cooking or who knows what else, adds meaning and pleasure to one’s life. Maybe even purpose.
I’d not seen bird watchers close up before, but I am glad I did. It made me reflect on whether I could use a little more passion in my own life for a hobby.
But probably not birdwatching.