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Bird WatcherI didn't set out to become a bird watcher, it's just something that developed gradually over many years.In high school and college I didn't particularly care about birds. In graduate school there were some mockingbirds in the area, which was fun because they make such interesting sounds and I'd never encountered them before. The first time I was really excited about birds was probably only about fifteen years ago, when a family of owls nested in an old tree right next to the creek path. The three babies were adorable, so round and fluffy, and during the day they mostly just stood around on the branches near the nest, so it was easy to get a good look at them. I checked on them frequently. Over time, the fluffy baby feathers were replaced by normal feathers, and then one day the babies were on different branches that they must have flown to, and soon after that the whole family was gone. The parents must have liked that tree, though, because they came back to it the next year and maybe the year after. A few years after that, my folks got me a little field guide (Birds of Colorado), and a few years after that, a pair of binoculars. I think the presents were more effects of my bird watching than causes, but there was definitely some of both … a nice bit of feedback. In any case, I'm now fully equipped to be a bird watcher. I imagine there are serious bird watchers who keep track of which birds they've seen and make an effort to see new ones. Maybe being in the right place at the right time requires getting up before dawn and driving for hours to remote places? I wouldn't know, I don't do that. I'm just happy to see ordinary birds doing their ordinary things while I'm out walking or biking around town.
Unfortunately, the love isn't universal. There are a couple of ordinary birds that I'm not happy to see.
More about geese! First of all, apparently the preferred name is “Canada geese”. I only say “Canadian geese” because that's how I learned it and I'm stubborn. Rational arguments have nothing to do with it, but here are a couple anyway.
Geese don't seem mischievous like crows, but they're definitely smart. It makes sense … geese spend a lot of time on the ground, and they can't get into the air as quickly and easily as smaller birds, so having a good understanding of what's going on around them is a matter of life and death.
In The Spider Web I mentioned that one summer I watched some geese raise their babies (goslings) at a nearby pond. Well, that's become a regular event now. It was off and on for a few years, mostly off, either because the geese didn't come or because I forgot to look for them, but for the past three years it's been on. If I ever get serious about communication, it ought to help that I can interact with the same geese more than once, as in the prisoner's dilemma. On the other hand, it's a bad time to try and interact, because the parent geese don't want anyone to come near their babies, not even other geese. Sometimes I've seen geese having bath time in the pond. This involves several different activities.
Other random thoughts about geese:
Speaking of birds, I'd also like to say a few things about the book To Mock a Mockingbird. It has some good puzzles. It has a lot of information about combinators … which are neat, but sadly don't seem to have the same kind of practical value as, say, abstract algebra. And, it uses a lot of bird names without reference to real-world characteristics … which is funny because it makes me realize that even now there are some bird names that don't mean anything to me. What are kestrels, thrushes, and nightingales like? I have no idea. So, like I said, it makes me happy to see birds. Actually, there's more to it than that. It turns out to be a small, easy step from being happy when I see birds to thinking that it's good luck, a good omen, auspicious. Natural evolution of superstition! I've been talking about ordinary birds, but of course it makes me happy to see unusual birds too. They work even better as omens simply because they're unusual. Now let me show you a funny thing from the dictionary. The definition of “auspicious” is fairly dull,
but the definition of “auspice” just above it introduces an unexpected element,
and the etymology explains why it's there.
Lat. auspicium, bird divination < auspex, bird augur : avis, bird + -spex, watcher < specere, to look.
This summer I saw something new at bath time: geese can dive and swim up to 20' underwater! I was watching a family of six, two parents and four nearly full-size kids. They were all floating near the shore, when all of a sudden, three were gone, and the other three were flapping their wings and rushing across the surface. A moment later, the first three popped up nearby. I wasn't even sure what I'd seen, but then a minute later they did the same thing again. Was it just the kids doing it? Had I seen them do any small dives when they were fuzzy yellow babies? I don't know.
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