This morning brought an opportunity to go birding with the Bexar Audubon Society at Walker Ranch Park. Upon my arrival at the park, I was surprised to see a group of 13 other birds gathered there for the Audubon Walk. I walked up and introduced myself to everyone. When I was asked if I was from the media (due to the microphone I was carrying), I responded that I am here to capture some bird songs!
Microphone. Power supply. Shock mount. Windscreen. Pistol grip. XLR cable. Headphones. Recorder. Bird. All of these things work together to capture a bird song. Following the Audubon’s Guide to Recording Bird Song, I scoured the internet to put together my own secondhand bird recording kit.
When you go to your local park pond, you are likely to see a consistent cast of birds on the water, some pretty and some not so much… It’s good to familiarize yourself with the park birds you are about to see to make identification easier.
I’ve been photographing birds for years as a way to document what I see and to satisfy creative endeavors. If a picture is worth a thousand words then a sound may be worth ten-thousand. When you go birding, you often hear a bird before you see it, if you see it at all. To go from being a good to a great birder, the ability to pick up and identify birds by their song or call is critical.
The Great Backyard Bird Count is a yearly tradition that calls upon bird watchers of all ages to spend at least 15 minutes watching and counting birds. Once finished, participants submit their sightings to either eBird or birdcount.org. Your participation contributes to citizen science and creates a snapshot of distribution and abundance of bird species. The backyard bird count 2018 is February 16-19!
This past year has been a whirlwind of hustle as I worked to finish up the last two years of my bachelor’s degree. After just over a year at UC Irvine, I finished my schooling and set my sights on what comes next: rejoining the workforce. Just as I was wrapping up my final quarter of school, Mubark landed a job offer in San Antonio, Texas. We tied up all of our loose ends in California, sold all of our bulky items, and hit the road toward the lone star state with anything we could cram into our cars.