I’m afraid it’s happening…I’m turning into a birder. Besides carrying my Birds of Belize book with me along with a camera and small pair of binoculars, I now do things like suddenly yell at Tom as we’re driving down the Georgeville Road, “Stop! Laughing falcon!”
Tom, the well trained spouse of an aspiring birder, slams on the brakes, takes a look, and jumps out of the truck with the camera to take pictures. We’re probably a good team for birding because since Tom is colorblind I’m better at spotting the birds, but Tom is much steadier and patient with the camera.