What is it about our little feathered friends that captivates us? What about about these avian adventurers do we find so fascinating? What is it about their flights of fancy that touches something deep within us?
Just that indeed–flight. Simple as that. These creatures possess the ability that we earth-bound bodies cannot copy. We can run like any animal on two or four feet. We can swim and slice through water like any aquatic animal. But to fly, to truly take to the sky, sans augmentation or transportation, we can never really experience that liberty.
We all wish for the freedom to float off to where our hearts and the wind may guide us. To have the sight to take in the vastness of the whole horizon or to laser-focus, eagle-eyed on the micro amidst the macro. To carry with us only the weight we can bear, to let go of all that might keep us rooted to earth. To twist, to soar, to flip, to dance among the clouds.
So we envy and admire that which we may not achieve. We spy and seek out. We hunt and hope to catch even just a glimpse of the rarest of birds. We take pride in our collections and notations of specie and specification. We train our ears to perceive the slightest tweet, the smallest chirp, the honks and the brays, the trills and the airs, the screech and the hoot.
All this we do to honor and protect these precious reminders of the freedom and heights we aspire to, if even just unconsciously.
Grab your binoculars, your Audubon guide, your notebooks and indulge your inner bird-nerd at Scouters Mountain Nature Park.