With maturity and wisdom comes the ability to enjoy bird watching. Prior to now I misunderstood the activity completely, and in a lot of ways I still have a lot to learn. I don’t pencil bird watching into my schedule, I don’t have bird species memorized, I don’t have a pair of binoculars in my bag, but I find myself watching birds occasionally, and I really enjoy it. For example, on my birthday this year, I decided to spend the day alone (I get emo on my birthday), and I took myself to the beach. I walked for a while before deciding to sit and watch birds. I watched birds for almost an hour and I had a beautifully relaxing time. They really don’t do anything miraculous, but there is something meditative about watching them eat soggy crumbs off the ground and ruffle their little feathers for reasons unknown. I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up taking it seriously in my older age… I guess we’ll have to see.