Nobody ever said that birdwatching was cool, but birds themselves are pretty read. Tiny, evolved dinosaurs trapped in an adorably avian body? Sign me up. When you reach your 30's, there's a moment in everyone's life when they're walking through a natural park or wooded area, listening to the delightful tune of twirdling birds and flaps of wings. At that moment, after spending 30 minutes trying to spot the crested blue jay in the bows above, you wonder... 'Am I a birdwatcher?'
Suddenly you're wearing cargo shorts, binoculars, and one of those hats with the neck flaps and you're dashing about the local city parks hoping to catch sight of a migrating warbler. You ARE a birdwatcher now. This hobby has eclipsed your persona. Before you know it, you'll be filling out a scratch card with local birds you've seen, hoping to be like a Pokémon trainer and 'catch them all'. Until then, the bird search continues...