I always enjoy taking out beginning birdwatchers because it opens their eyes to a new world and helps them to appreciate nature. Of course, with a group of newbies I often confront issues with some participants. “Yes, it would be nice if you brought binoculars.” “No, your dog can’t come along.” “Maybe your two-year old is not up for a three mile walk and your five year old should not be running ahead screaming.” “Talking softly would be appropriate.” And so on. Eventually they get it. I hate to discourage people from talking to each other, but they need to understand that noise scares birds.

I begin by explaining how to use binoculars (to those that have them), how to spot birds, what to look for in terms of shape, sizes, behavior, and color, and how to identify them with the use of field guides or cell phone apps.

A variety of people show up for my birdwatching jaunts, from the absolute beginner, adult or kid, who has little to no knowledge of birds to those that are better than me, including a few kids who were amazingly knowledgeable. On rare occasions I am floored by people who have less than zero knowledge of what they signed up for.

A few years ago I took a group who were attending a bird festival to a local waterfowl refuge for a few hours. One couple brought so much gear along – clothes, coolers, bags of what-not, that it appears they thought they signed up for a week’s safari somewhere. It was 12:30 when we left and they asked when we were going to have lunch. I said “It’s an hour-long drive, maybe you should eat along the way.” Nope, instead they sat in the car for an hour until we arrived and then spread their lunch out while the rest of us waited for them to eat. 

As we began our birdwatching foray I noticed that the couple had no binoculars. They said their binoculars were not very good; I figured a mediocre pair would be better than nothing, however. To their credit, they did seem interested in the birds and appeared to pa[y attention to the waterfowl and what I had to say. Unfortunately, I was unable to find a Harpy Eagle for them that they asked me to point out. Harpies are rare in California that time of year.

On the two hour round trip to the refuge and back, they talked incessantly to each other, on their cell phones, and often at the same time. I tried to ignore what I gathered were the usual insipid cell phone conversations. (Please, airlines, DO NOT  EVER ALLOW cell phone use on airplanes; flying is less than pleasant as it is.)

But, as is almost always the case, all of these beginning birdwatchers, were pleasant, polite, enjoyed the day, and learned some birds. I have led hundreds of trips and can't recall andy disasters or especially bad trips. I’m ready for another group.