When I was in grade 6, my teacher, Mrs. Henderson, whom I adored, announced it was time that we learn how to do a “project”. We were allowed to pick any subject we wanted. She passed around brand new pink or blue exercise notebooks; the kind with several ruled lines at the bottom and a blank space at the top. I remember fanning through the pages thinking about all the wonderful things I could put in this notebook. If you can’t tell already, I loved school, especially when we got to do something a little different than the norm.
We all formed a line to march down to the library. This was long before the days of computers or the internet; we had to find our information from musty smelling encyclopedias and other reference books. I quickly grabbed a couple of books on birds. I loved all the varied colors they came in and imagined drawing pictures of them; coloring in the bright, beautiful feathers. Art was one of my favorite subjects. I clearly remember choosing my pencil crayons for the rusty colored chest, the bright yellow for the beak and the black for the feathers with a hint of white for the first bird I could recognize on sight – a robin. And so began my love affair, life-long interest and fascination with birds.
With self-employed, entrepreneurs for parents, there was little time available for them to encourage my interest in my environment and the amazing creatures that are part of it. How cool, would it have been to have a club for young, emerging birders.
Fast forward many years later and life circumstances brings me to Operation Migration.
Recently I stumbled upon an article entitled “Spotting a rare bird”. My interest was immediately piqued. Upon further reading, I discovered the article was actually about a rare species – a birding teenager; an ambitious, enterprising young lady from California with a dream to start a teen birding club in her area.