Downy Woodpecker
The usual case for advancing in a hobby is the fact that things that you once found difficult become easier. This, I believe, is true for birding for the most part, but in the case of the downy woodpecker as the years go by I see less and less of them. It was the very first woodpecker I ever seen, and (once upon a time) one of my more exciting lifers. I used to see it so often that I wouldn't even look at them whenever they popped up on my radar. But now, I dont think I have seen one in at least two years.
Perhaps the cause of this is because I was seeing the same one over and over again. I remember when I lived on the dorms of OU's campus, there was this little one that would hang out in the big oaks of the south oval, and when my classes let out (or if I was walking to work or something) I could easily sit by one of the big old trees and see this little guy climb upside down to my hearts content. They look like like the hairy woodpecker - but just a bit smaller with a thinner beak.
Anyways, this made me reflect on the "timeline" of my birding adventure as a whole. When I first began, I was eager and excited to see any bird out there and figure out what it was. In the middling part (maybe a year or two in) I began to not really care for those everyday birds, only seeking out those new lifers or the bright and special ones. And now I have circled back to appreciating the old ones that werent as exciting to me in terms of "new" but are still special all the same. I'll write a letter to them now:
I miss u, sorry i didn't appreciate u like u deserved... xoxo, P4tchy