11 Rules for the Twenty-Something Birdwatcher
By Marissa Ortega-Welch
J. Drew Lanham wrote an excellent piece in the latest Orion Magazine called “9 Rules for the Black Birdwatcher” that uses humor to draw attention to the lack of black birders and diversity in general in the birding world. There are more young birders than black birders, but twenty-something birders could use a few survival tips too. Here goes:
1. Don’t worry about being mistaken for another birder, since you will always be the only twenty-something birder on any bird walk. (However, no one will remember your name, no matter how many times they’ve met you, and they may actually think that you are lost and have joined their group by mistake, so just smile at them and flash your Eagle Optics.)
2. Be prepared to answer the following questions even as you rapidly approach your thirties: Are you in school? What are you studying? Did your parents bring you on this pelagic trip? Just be flattered that you consistently appear ten years younger in age than you are.
3. Always bird in a hoodie and jeans. (Unless you are young and black. Then see J. Drew Lanham’s “9 Rules for the Black Birdwatcher.”) Do not adopt the fashion sense of the senior birders around you. No pocket vests or zip-off pants tucked into socks. You will look even weirder to your non-birder peers than you do now with those binoculars hanging around your neck.
Juvenile Western Gull / Photo by Bob Lewis
4. No matter how good a look you got at that Sabine’s Gull – and you got a great look – you will be questioned on your ID by birders who don’t know you. Try not to let it get to you.
5. You cannot claim fledgling birds as your mascot. You’re not that young. You could more closely identify with something like a third-year Western Gull. Is there a bird that is closer to middle age than teenage years and is constantly being asked by its dad when it is going to get a “real” career instead of just seasonal field work and part-time environmental education jobs? Yeah, that’s your totem bird.
6. If you bring your non-birding friends along on a bird walk, prepare them ahead of time not to laugh out loud when the birders talk about the “jizz” of the bushtit they just saw. Or let them laugh. Somebody needs to let these people know how they sound to the outside world.…










