"Pull up a rock," JB says and he sits down to listen to birds. I plop down on a neighboring rock to keep him company.
Apparently JB can hear the sound of a black-throated green warbler. I hear a lot of sounds but nothing sounds distinct to me. He's only heard one of these birds. Never seen it. "Man I would love to see it," he says.
I pull up a rock and pull out my birding entertainment:
This is how we bird together. I love being outside. I like being active. I love being with JB. I like the idea of birds. But I just can't get into the whole "hunt" for a life list of birds.
Not only that but birding is done mostly be ear. The visual is secondary. (I am trying to learn how to walk quieter in order to help JB hear better. Apparently I am a loud walker.)
Anytime he delays I just pull out my book and start reading. I actually thought people on the trails with us would think me a weirdo, but instead I found they all think I am just reading our birding book. I've joked that I'm going to put a fake book cover on anything I'm reading so that I fit in a bit better!
P.S. Did you know you can hear trees swaying?
P.S.S. I wrote this while listening to the Hairy Woodpecker bang on a tree.