So Many, So Close

Some of the most rewarding journeys don't take us far from home.

Yesterday, I sighted a willow flycatcher. It was about 200 yards from my house, and it was my 70th bird species of the year.

Under normal circumstances, that number probably wouldn't be a big deal. In fact, it might have even disappointed me. After all, last year, I sighted my 70th bird on April 30, and by June 4, 2019, I had logged 98 species.

A Wilson's warbler, one of my reliable locals.

The COVID-19 coronavirus changed things this year though. With social distancing restrictions and the cancelation of group-birding events, my focus shifted to local birds. Those 70 species have all been sighted within a four-mile radius.

I have found different kinds of satisfaction in my 2020 approach to birding. First, it is relaxing to let the birds come to me. Second, some unexpected sightings (like a northern saw-whet owl and a hermit warbler) sparkled with additional specialness. Third, growing my species list with such constraints became at least as fun as the usual challenge of going out and finding as many species as possible. Finally, the local focus has helped increase my sense of home and place. All of the species I have seen this year are ones I've seen in the past. They are familiar faces because most are frequent visitors, so they help give my immediate area its character. Constraining my birding boundaries helps clarify what birds I can expect here, and in turn, those birds better define what home is. That's a very nice result.

Understanding home and our place in the world is a journey in and of itself.