As most of you know, I’m married to an expert birder, Eric Masterson. This can have its comic moments (for instance, bats given sanctuary in our home) and its poignant moments as well, where my husband helps me realize just how resilient but fragile these beautiful winged creatures are, particularly during migratory season. His most recent newspaper column was so important, I wanted to share it with you. The article starts out sad, but ends with action we can all take to make a difference.
Birdwatching in New Hampshire
Most of the time, having an expert birder for a husband is a really wonderful thing. I often say I am a birdwatcher by marriage, and after 15 years of living with Eric Masterson, even I can (sort of) identify the backyard birds that flock to our feeder. But Eric, author of Birdwatching in New Hampshire, knows the stories that come with them — whether the birds reside in NH year round, or if they’re just refueling on a migratory route spanning thousands of miles. One fall night, Eric said to me, “Tricia, come outside. You can hear the birds migrating.” Knowing his hearing is downright otherworldly, I said, “No, honey, YOU can hear the birds migrating.” [Read more…] about So I Married A Birder