I see predominantly picture posts here, but I wonder if text posts have a place too. I think it would be cool to share memorable birding experiences. A few come to mind for me.
This spring I saw my first Whooping Crane. I grew up in the migration path and went looking every year. I'd seen millions of sandhill cranes. Hundreds of white spots that turned out only to be two snow geese flying together or a plastic bag waving on a corn stalk. This spring I visited my home town and it happened to be during the migration. My two year old loves birds, so I thought he'd like to see so many birds at once. Unfortunately he was more interested in sitting in the truck while I looked at birds. On the way back home, a quarter mile before getting on the highway, I saw a white spec in a field, pulled over in a farmers drive way and just knew it was it. Thirty years later, I'd finally found one. Crossing it off in the index of my Sibley's was one of the most cathartic experiences of my life.
Another experience I love is the first time I saw California condors. My family visited the Grand Canyon, and I knew there was a chance to see them. When we got there they were flying so close and I couldn't even speak. My mom still tells of me pointing and saying "C-c-c-condors!".
My grandma is the one that got me into birding. She took me on a trip to an eagle count at a lake a few hours away. We saw many eagles that day. I also saw a great horned owl in broad daylight, which I've yet to see again; I remember how yellow it's eyes were. At the end of the day we stopped at the dam and my grandma put her spotting scope on some mallards and other ducks sitting around a section of open water. While I was watching, an Eagle came up and flew right over the dam, only a few dozen feet over head, then swooped down and crushed the mallard in the spotting scope so easily. We stayed and watched it eat until it was run off by other eagles that came for an easy meal.
I love ospreys too. I remember being so desperate to see one when my family first went to Yellowstone. I'd never heard of seeing one near my home. Luckily now there's usually one hanging around a local lake during the winter and spring. It's great to pedal the kayak around and watch the ospreys and eagles pick winter killed shad off the lake while I catch some trout.
I've been upset this year because I've only seen two Osprey all year, and that's at spots where they were guaranteed to be at last year every time I'd visit (multiple times a week!).
But I've also haven't noticed nearly as many Egrets and Great Blue Herons, where I would have seen hundreds by the same time last year.
I don't know what's on, but the decline in bird diversity is leading me into depression.