Young Urban Birders, Open Your Hearts to the Treetops!

Young Urban Birders, Open Your Hearts to the Treetops!

On Global Big Day last month, birders around the world counted all the species they could spot in 24 hours. It was a super-birding event in the bonanza that is spring migration — which runs from late April to early June, but peaks for songbirds in May — when millions of birds make their way from parts south to breed in the Northern latitudes.

In Prospect Park, members of the Feminist Bird Club did their bit for this enormous citizen-scientist data collection effort. Led by Molly Adams, its founder, the group clocked over 80 species in under 10 hours, including one black-billed cuckoo and a cerulean warbler. These were good “gets”: The cerulean warbler is at risk of extinction — like so many birds, a casualty of habitat loss — so noting its whereabouts is particularly important for conservation efforts. The cuckoo is not a rare bird, it’s just hard to see and not many of them stop in New York City during their migration; that made its sighting a bit of thrill, Ms. Adams said.

“We are seeing lots of males today,” she said, “because they are the first to arrive and establish territory. We’re not just excluding females here.”

She showed off her club’s iron-on patch, an embroidered spotted sandpiper, known for practicing polyandry (yours for a donation of $10 or more; the proceeds go to Black Lives Matter), and promised a female-bird-only walk sometime in the future. (Ms. Adams’s backpack was embellished with an “I Love Vultures” button, among other bird pins, but no patch because she does not own an iron.)

Though Ms. Adams, who is 28 and the outreach coordinator at the New York Aquarium, would certainly describe herself as a feminist, and her club’s manifesto reads, in part, that it is “dedicated to providing a safe opportunity to connect with the natural world in urban environments and having an ongoing conversation about intersectionality, activism, and the rights of all women, nonbinary folks, and members of the L.G.B.T.Q.+ community,” this was not a dogmatic crowd, nor was it mono-gendered. The talk was of birds, not humans. Among the 15 or so attendees, there were semi-novices, sharp-eyed experts and total newbies.

“Look, there’s a rubber-soled black bike shoe,” said Michael Silber, 36, a graphic designer.

“I already had that on my list,” said Chelsea Lawrence, 28, a software tester for a television company.

Younger urban birders — yubbies? — like those led by Ms. Adams are the new faces in the birding world. They use social media to track their ornithological marks, with digital assists from apps like Ibird or Merlin and websites like ebird — the data collection site run by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology — which have replaced old-fashioned Sibley guides to aid in identification (though Sibley has an app, too). They are drawn in by the visual seductions of Instagram, as well as a desire for community inflected by environmentalism. As Jonathan Franzen, still the literary world’s most famous birder, discovered, many soon find that without the structure of birding, “the stimulations of nature,” as Mr. Franzen wrote in “My Bird Problem,” his coming-out-as-a-birder essay in The New Yorker, remain “stubbornly theoretical, like sex on Prozac.”

They also keep up to date with Twitter, now abuzz with local bird alerts. David Barrett, 54, a hedge fund manager turned computer scientist, is the creator of several of New York City’s Twitter bird alerts, marvels of near instantaneous crowdsourced data. He is also the author of the birding memoir “A Big Manhattan Year,” in which he detailed his 2012 battle with Andrew Farnsworth, a noted ornithologist and birding record setter, to see the most species in a single year.

Pete Lengyel, a co-founder of the Kings County Brewers Collective, a craft beer brewery and tap room in Bushwick, was hooked by “Birders” when he saw it a few years ago. Its filmmaker, Jeffrey Kimball, an urban birding convert, captured four seasons of Central Park’s birding community in an engaging portrait of its singular characters. There’s Starr Saphir, the flinty matriarchal figure who led birders even as she became significantly ill with cancer, and Chris Cooper, 55, a biomedical editor who birds by ear (using birdsong to identify his quarry) and whose elegiac exposition on what he called the “7 pleasures of birding” pops up the all over the internet. Mr. Lengyel, 44, sent the film to all his friends, and convened his own birding group, the Beerders, which includes two brewers, a baker, a butcher and a fashion designer — a nice cross-section of Brooklyn professions.

“We didn’t know how to interact with nature in the city, and now we have a sort of purpose,” he said, adding that they don’t go out too early, as the practices of his profession keep him from being a dawn riser. Mr. Cooper’s “7 pleasures” is a touchstone for his own birding passion. “Number three is the joy of hunting without bloodshed,” said Mr. Lengyel, a former marine. “I got a camera early on to capture images, and I feel like I’m carrying a rifle around. The joy of collecting is number four. I’m still looking for a prothonotary warbler.”

He screened “Birders” and “The Messenger” at the Brewers Collective this past year, in a collaboration with the New York City chapter of the National Audubon Society. “The Messenger,” which chronicles songbird decline, left some in the audience in tears, he said. This fall, the bar will brew a beer called “Safe Flight,” an easy-drinking I.P.A. with notes of citrus and pines (its sales will aid Audubon).

What to Do in Our Great Green Spaces?

Over the last few decades, as David Ringer, 34, chief network officer at Audubon, pointed out, cities have focused on creating more green spaces, making parks safer and making sure that all communities have better access to nature. “You see with these efforts a corresponding rise in birding,” he said.

Ms. Lawrence, the software tester on Ms. Adams’ Feminist Bird Club walk, said that her “spark” bird — bird vernacular for the bird that hooks you like a gateway drug — was an American coot, spotted two years ago in Prospect Park. “It was so weird looking,” she said, “I had to go home and figure out what it was.” Now, armed with an old-school (bound, paper) Sibley, a trifold raptor guide and an app or two, she can easily separate the coots from the grebes. She might spend half of a Saturday in Prospect Park, but if she spots a warbler at lunchtime in the planter in front of her midtown office, “that’s birding, too,” she said. “I’m really into citizen science and data collection. It can be as competitive as you want it to be. It’s also really meditative. You have to be very present to be a good birder.”

Audubon’s market research has identified 9 million people between the ages of 18 and 35, Mr. Ringer said, “who share that blend of an interest in birds and environmental activism. Twenty five percent are Hispanic, 18 percent are African-American and 10 percent are Asian-American. It’s an amazing representation of the demographics of the country.”

“I think it’s a short path from the joy and wonder of birds to the recognition of what they’re telling us about the environment, and what that compels us to do,” he said.

Birds First!

It was after dusk on Sept. 11 a couple of years ago when Annie Novak, 35, an urban farmer, writer and educator at the New York Botanical Garden — once voted the cutest organic farmer in the country — became a birder. She was tending to a rooftop garden overlooking the Tribute in Light, the annual memorial in Lower Manhattan, when she noticed thousands of flickering shapes in the beams. “I thought they were bats,” she said recently, “but was amazed to learn they were nocturnally migrating songbirds.”

Since that night, she’s been researching a book about night migration and the conservation challenges facing bird populations. She now volunteers for New York City Audubon, including for its annual monitoring program at the Tribute in Light, which pulls thousands of birds off course, putting them at risk for injury and exhaustion. (Volunteers assist with counting birds entrained in the beams. When more than a thousand are counted, the lights are turned off for 20 minutes, allowing the birds to disperse and fly on.)

“These species of birds have been flying over Manhattan for thousands of years,” she said. “There is more and more evidence that artificial light at night impacts these patterns of movement. It’s bittersweet to stand on the observation deck of the Empire State Building at night and watch migratory birds, lured in by city lights, circle the spire. It makes you realize how alive the night sky is above the city that never sleeps, which is why I don’t sleep much anymore.”

A taxonomy of birders, said Mr. Cooper, mirrors that of the birds. “Every year, you see the same species, but the experiences are different.” Mr. Cooper noted new stars like Jacob Drucker, once an elfin teenager whose skills are now off the chart; veterans, like Roger Pasquier, a long tenured “Jedi master” in Mr. Cooper’s estimation, and Lee, a homeless woman who joined their ranks some years ago. “She watched us watching the birds, and asked what we were doing and someone gave her a pair of binoculars,” Mr. Cooper said. “We’re all obsessed, but in our own ways.”

A Rare Bird Draws Crowds

At about 5 p.m. on May 11, a Kirtland’s warbler was spotted in Central Park near the reservoir at West 90th Street. Twitter exploded with alerts, pulling ecstatic birders from all five boroughs into the park. “Rare Sighting of Kirtland’s Warbler Sends Birdwatchers Into Hushed Frenzy,” wrote Gothamist. With a migratory path from the Bahamas to Northern Michigan, the endangered songbird — a tiny puff of gray and yellow — has only been seen four times in New York State since the mid-1940s.

Mr. Ringer was at a performance of Aristophanes’ “The Birds” at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn when the alerts went out. By the time he left the theater, it was too dark to head to the park. But he was there by 6 a.m. the next day, joining hundreds of rapt birders — including Mr. Cooper, Mr. Barrett and Ms. Adams, who missed seeing the warbler, twice, by minutes — in a crowd that swelled and ebbed over the next 24 or so hours. “We all lost our minds,” said Mr. Cooper.

By Sunday afternoon, the little guy had vanished. In the days that followed, birders poured their hearts out on their instas and their blogs, sated paparazzi having captured their Beyoncé. “Wow, just got my lifer,” one @pablo_dulce tweeted.

“In bird migration,” Mr. Ringer said, “there are always a few individuals who go their own way and end up off course. We’ll never know what happened to this one.”

Penelope Green is a reporter for Styles. She has been a reporter for the Home section, editor of Styles of The Times — an early iteration of Styles — and a story editor at the Times magazine. @greenpnyt Facebook

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