Armchair Birding

Armchair Birding: The Incidental Steward: Reflections on Citizen Science, by Akiko Busch

While I was not quite ready to walk ocean beaches in search of dead birds for Dr. Julia Parrish and the COASST team, our Annual Dinner speaker inspired me to learn more about citizen science projects and what ordinary people can do to help our increasingly imperiled world survive. Instead of just worrying about climate change and habitat loss, what could I do to make a difference? I don’t have a background in science or natural resource work and consider myself to be a mere beginner as a birder. More heart than head, really, but keen to learn.

So I hitched a ride with Maria Ruth early one morning to get a firsthand look at a citizen science project. We headed for a little-noticed dock by the port to monitor one of the clusters of Pigeon Guillemots that populate lower Puget Sound. I found these birds in my guidebook but had never noticed them on the water before. Their name was puzzling: a pigeon that swam?

Maria instructed me on survey protocol and introduced me to her teammate, Woody Franzen, who came equipped with a spotting scope. We found the birds here and there in the water. Counting Guillemots involves a steady murmur of, “There’s one, now two. Look over there, another one. Try to find where it bobs up. Does it have any fish in its beak? One just landed on the dock. Oh, it dove.” The hush was punctuated only by loud cries from the resident Osprey, guttural croaking from a Blue Heron, gentle lapping of water against the pier posts, and a hum of machinery in the port area. It was a perfect clear morning. The Guillemots were busy: bodies low in the water, or flapping to new spots, bright red legs thrust out for landing, distinctive black and white plumage catching the light. Now I’ll know them anywhere, and I began to get interested in everything about them. The beauty of this work is you don’t have to be an expert with a string of science degrees, just willing to show up. You’ll be welcomed and trained.

Writer Akiko Busch relates how she stumbled upon a local science project when a biologist studying bats asked permission to search her Hudson River property for a radio-tagged bat. She went along and discovered a hidden world of nocturnal neighbors she did not know were there, and also a community of scientists who study and protect these fragile creatures. Busch began to explore how she and others could participate in this work to gather the raw facts and numbers that help programs track the whereabouts of birds, amphibians, butterflies, and plants. Also, to measure water quality and flow, map and remove invasive species, chart weather fluctuations and migration patterns. She found people of all walks and ages who bring patience, persistence and dedication to protecting the nearby lands, water and local wildlife dependent upon their health. She discovered active programs tracking bats, ridding the Hudson of invasive plants, counting herring, addressing insect infestations threatening trees, monitoring eagle and coyote populations, and even helping support the migration of eels. Busch waded in to pull water chestnuts choking the river and pondered the complex role of loosestrife in local marshes. She tabulated, measured, got wet and dirty, made some mistakes but learned an impressive amount of natural history. And she met new friends and deepened her own relationship to her home ground.

Each chapter of her book examines a different program and brings us along for the adventure. She shares with us her interior dialogue as she learns new science concepts and experiences these salvage efforts firsthand. Her approach is deeply philosophical and wide-ranging, infused with her own insights from the world of art and design. She asks provocative questions and lets ideas filter down through layers of thought and experience, open to change and insight. She muses as she investigates. And she has fun! Glass eels delight her. A day on the river is a joy. Everything is deeply interesting and worth poking into. Busch is an engaging amateur; that is, she brings her affection—her amore—to whatever activity calls to her. This is the true beating heart and strength of the citizen science approach: inspired by this affection and concern about one’s local flora and fauna, and the desire to know the world more intimately and constructively, ordinary people can help do extraordinary work to protect and defend the world.

Akiko Busch shows us almost a dozen imaginative ways to get involved in important projects, highlighting her own Hudson River ecosystem. Closer to home, the Pigeon Guillemot study is but one example. You can learn more about the original study on Whidbey Island here: and see a Bird Note posting here: Read the latest posted monitoring report on the Nisqually Reach Aquatic Reserve for which we were gathering data, explained and compiled here: by BHAS member Anne Mills for the Citizen Stewardship Committee with Jerry Joyce of the Washington Environmental Council in 2014. (by Anne Kilgannon)

Armchair Birding – May 2017


Having read one too many despair-inducing news stories, I went looking for something solid and nourishing to clear my mind and lighten my heart. There on the bookshelf was A Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold. It was as good and straightforward and sensible as I remembered, and funnier, too. There was the iconic story of the wolf whose death lit a fire in Aldo’s mind of how the world was really put together, predator and prey included. But there was also a story I had forgotten of Aldo’s search for the inner life of grebes, a bird that intrigued and beguiled him. His method jolted me: One day I buried myself, prone, in the muck of a muskrat house. While my clothes absorbed local color, my eyes absorbed the lore of the marsh.

He describes the quiet life of the marsh as he waited patiently for grebes to appear out of the rushes, and then unspools his thoughts about man and nature and time, as well as several pithy details about grebe life and ways. I could almost feel the mud seeping into my pores and the brown water lapping my chin as his wise and tender remarks sunk into my consciousness. This was committed bird watching!

But it was his profound vision of the land ethic, as he named it, that stuck with me as something we desperately need in these times:
A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability, and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise. And, paraphrasing: We humans are members of this community of interdependent parts, which include soils, waters, plants and animals—in short, the land.

In search of how he lived that creed himself, I found his daughter’s memoir of growing up in one of the greatest living experiments one can imagine of putting this ethic into practice. In Stories from the Leopold Shack, Estella Leopold—the youngest daughter in a large, close-knit family—tells how the family purchased an old rundown farm and journeyed there most weekends. They all worked together to resurrect this derelict property into a flourishing laboratory of land reclamation. They all became involved in their father’s work of documenting and painstakingly repairing the various ecological niches on the farm. It was a lot of work, but what mainly shines through was the fun they had!

She describes in loving detail transforming the “shack” into an inviting shelter for family and guests. They used locally found materials, hand labor and ingenuity, for the sake of economy—it was the Depression era—but also for authenticity of place and for sheer creative expression. Year by year, the family searched for native prairie species of plants and trees to propagate in their quest to restore the landscape to a measure of its original potential as a biotic community. The Leopolds were pioneers in understanding the role of native plants as the anchors supporting the entire structure of life. They discovered that deep prairie-plant roots drew up minerals and water that replenished the soils; birds and butterflies then fed off the plants and pollinated and scattered seeds for more plants. The fauna diversified and multiplied as the health of the land returned, the forests regenerated and the meadows, ponds and streams came back into balance. The health of one part replenished the whole system.

And the Leopold family flourished along with the farm. Along with the pleasures of creative work and outdoor exercise, they had music, companionship, adventure, and even a series of beloved pets to keep them merry. This memoir is not only an enchanting family story but also a primer on how to raise a passel of curious, knowledgeable and conscientious future biologists and conservationists. All of the siblings carried on some aspect of the work begun at “the shack” in noted professional lives as far-flung as Costa Rica, California and Colorado. The roots struck on the old farm produced fruit for generations to come. I’ve only hinted at the riches—and delights—of this memoir. There is real hope here that no matter how worn out we may feel or how threadbare our society may get, there are ways to regenerate and get back to the land. There is good work to be done; this book shows a path forward. (by Anne Kilgannon)

Armchair Birding – March 2017

Turning homeward: restoring hope and nature in the urban wild, by adrienne ross scanlan

This small book speaks quietly; it is not by accident that the title, subtitle, and author’s name appear in lower-case type on the cover. This memoir, almost a meditation, gains power, though, as Scanlan digs deeper into the questions that arise as she examines herself and her surroundings for a path toward that place many of us seek: Home. And more importantly, how to live in that home once discovered or created in a consciously caring way.

I find myself drawn, again and again, to this subject of making a home. My reading is often guided by two linked preoccupations: “I am not from here,” and “Can I become native to this place?” Scanlan’s story of her work grappling with just these issues acknowledges that longing that we transients suffer and puzzle over. She begins right there and wades into the issue of displacement and home-making through her exploration of what makes this place one she can claim. Parenthetically, even for those who live in the Northwest from birth or long lineage, it still requires attention, knowledge and active involvement to truly inhabit this special environment.READ MORE

Armchair Birding – January 2017

The Home Place: Memoirs of a Colored Man’s Love Affair with Nature, by J. Drew Lanham

I first heard of Drew Lanham when Bird Note featured an interview with him after he published “Nine Rules for the Black Birdwatcher” in Orion Magazine. He is both witty and serious about the perils of watching birds while black, dryly advising black birders to forgo hoodies and always carry plenty of identification. “Hoodies” now conjure horrific scenarios of children gunned down for snuggling into warm clothing in all the “wrong” places and a train of news stories laying bare a cancer of implacable racism and other ills besetting our nation. Amid the noise of the acrimonious election campaign, I sought a copy of his memoirs and spent some quiet time absorbing his story and perspective. He offered me a kind of field guide to his life in rural South Carolina, a foreign country for me, a white westerner.