Since you are a relatively recent convert, you actually have access to your pre-birder memories (most birders are super old and can’t remember if they took their medication or not). Back in the bird-hating days, how do you think you would describe the average birdwatcher? How would you describe the average birder now?
I don’t even think I knew there were birdwatchers before. I mean, I knew there were people like my mom...she had feeders and a bird bath and a Peterson’s field guide where she marked the pages of birds that would visit. I didn’t think there was much more to it.
Now? I don’t even know. There’s definitely a fair share of creepy older men, like the one that tried to get me to get into his car for a better view of an owl. But there’s also plenty of perfectly nice, semi-normal people who can understand basic social cues.
I get the impression that you don’t hang out with other birders very often. Why? Do you hate them? Or are you one of those socially inept, recluse types?
Ha. Maybe a bit socially inept, but mostly just shy I think. Plus I like birding by myself. I’m not a loner or anything, but I think I like being alone more than most people.
What do your friends think of your birding/blogging habits? Are you celebrated? Persecuted? Both?
Ya know, I didn’t share my blog with any of my friends for a pretty long time. Once in awhile I would throw a photo I liked on Facebook just to gauge their reactions and it was always pretty positive. Now most people know about my obsession and I’ve gotten all good responses.
The only reason we are in contact at all is because of the internets. Yup, those Craigslist personals really bring people togeth….oops I’m thinking of someone else. Ahem. What we both have in common is that we are both bloggers, who are birders, who take bird pictures, which combines 3 different types of nerds into one super nerd. Can you tell us about why and how I Used To Hate Birds came about? What we can expect in the future?
I started my blog for one main reason: to share the birds I was seeing with my mom. It seemed like the easiest way to show her stuff. Plus I thought it would act as a good journal so I could remember when and where I saw cool birds. That’s how I use it now. I’m a terrible bird note taker... I have a book where I try to write down sightings, bird descriptions, etc., but it’s just so much easier to write it in the blog. The downfall is that it might be a bit boring for other people at times. I get that. But the blog is for me, first and foremost. Sorry, mom.
Have you found that having a blog helps you network and connect with people? Or do you feel depressed and isolated because you are now officially a blogger?
I definitely feel connected to a lot of people because of having my blog. Even people who don’t comment or “follow” me will sometimes mention a post I wrote and I’ll be like, wait, what, you read that?? It’s weird putting something out there and never really knowing who is looking at it...
You have a lot of birds to see. Any birding trips in mind? Any grail birds?
I always have tons of trips in mind... Alaska is a frontrunner. I completely romanticize it though, and am afraid it won’t live up to my expectations. This fall I have a vague idea of a mini southwest U.S. roadtrip, but who knows. No grail birds...pretty much any bird I haven’t seen yet causes chronic drooling.
Have you discovered your spirit bird yet? Any candidates?
I want a spirit bird. I’m afraid the closest thing I have is the Bald Eagle which is just so fucking cliche and lame. But right before I REALLY got into birds I decided I needed a tattoo of an eagle catching a fish because I had only seen them a handful of times, and they always left me in awe. The day I went to get the tattoo finished it was like 20 degrees and my dog Jake begged me to go to the park. I was freezing and cranky but while he was running around on the beach, a pair of eagles came flying over and just started swooping around in front of us and over us. As usually happens now, I just wasn’t cold anymore. It was awesome.
What do you think makes a good soundtrack for birding? I usually don’t put on Chronic 2001 while birding by my lonesome.
Well, I’ll tell ya what. When I was in Hawaii a few weeks ago, I was getting ready to walk from my hotel in Waikiki to the top of Diamond Head, with stops in Kapiolani Park and the beach. It was about a four hour adventure. I made a really good playlist for the walk; I still think of Sonic Youth when I look at my photos of the Pacific Golden-Plover. Here’s the playlist:
1. Fuego!- Murder By Death
2. Hell or High Water- William Elliott Whitmore
3. Forever Young- Alphaville (cheezy, I know, but my favorite song ever since I was 14 years old)
4. Tomorrow, Wendy- Concrete Blonde
5. Someone Like You- Adele
6. Telephone- Lady Gaga (fuck yeah, get over it)*
7. Get By-Talib Kweli
8. In The Aeroplane Over the Sea- Neutral Milk Hotel
9. Unfulfilled- Quicksand
10. Tell ‘Em- Sleigh Bells
11. Death Valley ‘69- Sonic Youth
12. Wolf Like Me- TV on the Radio
13. Break My Stride- Matthew Wilder
Portland, Oregon. Most people my ageish associate it with a television show, hipsters, strip clubs, bars, rampant drug use and someone named Mary Coolidge…not birds. I’ve birded and barred there a little bit, but…what is it like being a birder in Portland? What are the crucial spots?
Being a birder in Portland is pretty awesome. Easy access to the Pacific Ocean, Mt Hood, the Willamette Valley, the weird high desert of central Oregon, Mt St Helens, just sooooo many different habitats. Of course, within Portland city limits are tons of amazing parks too. My favorite is Kelley Point Park, where the Willamette River meets the Columbia. It’s where I first saw that Osprey as well as those Bald Eagles. Plus my dogs love it.
Any other blogs you want to give props to?
BB&B, duh. Seriously, though, there are so many great local blogs: Nature Nut Notes, Pacific NW Backyard Birder, Slugyard, Bound To Bird, Fledgling Diaries, NW Bird Blog...there are more that I’m forgetting I’m sure.
And now for the final wisdom….if you had to predated on by a particular bird, what would it be?
This question has been keeping me up at night. I don’t want to be pecked to death by a grackle. I don’t want to be drowned and shaken by a bittern. I don’t want to wrestle a heron. I don’t want to be snatched by an eagle or an owl. Fuck, I don’t know. I always thought death by mountain lion would be best. Just snap my neck and get it over with.
*The undedited video for "Telephone" is one of my favorite music videos of all time. I say that without irony. - The Editor