One thing that struck me when I moved to Florida from Iowa back in the 1970’s was how easy it is down here to be a birder (at least the casual one that I am).
The birds are big! No more searching among the leaves in the forest to spot one. They are out and proud! A blue heron can stand about four feet tall and a drip-drying Anhinga can display a three-foot wingspan. Hard to hide when you’re that big.
My lengthy stays in the Northeast in recent years have reintroduced me to the rigors of northern birdwatching. I paddle along with friends and one of them says, “Wow, look at that finch.” And I hopelessly peer into the woods, seeing nothing.
“I don’t care about them unless they’re really very big,” never seems like an appropriate response, so I just mumble something encouraging.
So it was a nice ‘welcome back’ for me the other day when this green heron made an appearance in my Florida back yard.