I have officially become an honest to goodness bird-|watcher. There, I admitted it.
Just the thought of bird-watching takes me back to an old “I Love Lucy” episode when Lucy hysterically tries to mimic the sound of a yellow-bellied sapsucker. It is kind of hard to imagine I have become one of those bird-watchers, but I have to admit the interest is there.
I have not always been a wild bird enthusiast. Like most people, I have long appreciated the beauty of a bright red cardinal on a snowy day or the power of a hawk as it plunges from the sky to capture its unsuspecting prey. But I never was one to strap on the binoculars for a closer look.