Archive for March 4th, 2011
WC reader Tequila Sunset asked WC in an email last year, “Why photograph birds?” WC sent back a snarky answer, but in fairness to TS and other readers, WC will now try to answer the question honestly.
First, it’s challenging. Out of all the photography WC has attempted, avian photography is the toughest. The little buggers move around a lot, most are deeply suspicious of people and they hang out in places where they are hard to see, let alone photograph. If you’ve watched a hummingbird feeding, you know what WC means by “move around a lot.” Interior Alaska’s smallest bird is the Ruby-crowned Kinglet, and it moves like a hummingbird on speed. As for being suspicious of people and being hard to see, well, the birds that were not suspicious or were conspicuously in the open got eaten. Their genes have left the pool. In this regard, birds the the exact opposite of flowers, which is why avian photographers sometimes poke fun at their floral friends.
Second, they are beautiful. Even the homeliest bird is beautiful. Few things in nature so elegantly combine form and function as a bird. The homeliest, most common birds – an American Coot or Alaska’s own Common Raven – are amazingly beautiful when examined and photographed with care. And birds like tanagers are simply stunning in their colors and feathers.
Even half-hidden by brush, this Buff-breasted Mountain-Tanager is beautiful, illustrating WC’s first and second points.
Third, birds are close enough to us in evolutionary terms that we can project our emotions onto them. The technical term is anthropomorphize. WC recently won a modest prize for a photo of a Gentoo Penguin and its chick. The chick seems to be staring up at mom (or dad, with Gentoos it is hard to tell) adoringly.
Actually, the chick was begging for food, which in penguins is a fairly revolting business. Penguins don’t have hands or claws. They regurgitate food down their chicks’ throats. So the next event isn’t nearly as charming:
But we see the Gentoo chick’s behavior and project our emotions onto it.
Fourth, and perhaps most importantly, humankind is annihilating bird species at a rate not seen on the planet since the Dinosaur Killer arrived 65 million years ago. Humanity, as you read this, is inflicting the sixth great extinction event on the planet. Conservatively, world-wide almost one-quarter of bird species are endangered, threatened or facing severe habitat loss. It’s not a lot better here in the U.S. There is a flavor of documenting what we have in the hope of saving it, or at least recording what it was. WC has decent photos of a dozen or so species on the U.S. endangered species list. Your grandchildren, and possibly even your children, won’t get to see those species. The Hawai’ian Crow, for example, now only exists in captivity; it is extirpated in the wild. Just as WC never got to see a Carolina Parakeet, or the flocks of Passenger Pigeons that used to blacken the skies.
So it is a combination of challenge, beauty, marvel and importance that sends WC out before dawn, in hope of getting a photo. As a bonus, birding and bird photography make you more aware of the natural world around you. Not a bad thing. WC hopes to see you out there, too.