It's all in the name. - Crissy Bird

~ Crissy Bird ~

It's all in the name.

10/02/19

It's simple.  Crissy Bird was a nickname my parents gave me as a child because I was a picky eater and ate like a bird.  My sister recalls that I wanted to be called Crissy Bird in school and wouldn't respond to anything else.  My brother's recollection of Crissy Bird and how it came to be was that he had never heard that in his life and asked if I was drunk.  I didn't just respond "LOL," I really laughed out loud.

Born Christine, called Crissy.   For some unknown reason, my parents taught me to write my name without the "h."  When I entered high school, I decided that Crissy was a childish name and dropped the "sy."  While it seemed pretty easy for my family to transition to Cris, others had a hard time and still call me Crissy today, many decades later.  Crissy is an endearing name now, reminding me of easier times--young and without worries.  Perhaps I should revert back to that.

I now laugh about being called Crissy Bird and embrace it.

Fast forward to age 31, we built a beautiful 3 bedroom, 2 bath ranch style home on a heavily wooded piece of property in Michigan in the middle of the woods on a flood zone.  The swamp--that's what my brother called it.  We lived across the street from a swamp and had a lot of mosquitoes.  A bird feeder or two later, I was hooked.  Even though I wanted to be called Crissy Bird when I was a young girl, I wasn't into birds or any wildlife, until then.   I eventually bought an up-to-date bird field guide and thumbed through it for hours and hours, over and over again. I spent many hours admiring the photographs, reading the descriptions and studying  the maps to see where all of these beautiful birds were that I never knew existed.  I learned the basics of bird identification and watched the many birds that stopped by the feeders or just stopped to take a break.  I watched the patterns of their wings, the patterns of their behavior and watched them come and go with the seasons.  I was in awe.

Soon after, I was capturing some of these gorgeous flying creatures with a simple Nikon digital point and shoot camera equipped with a monoscope.  Photography has always been my first love and this was my only digital camera at the time.  The two were united and there began my bird photo journey.  My equipment has since evolved (now strictly a Canon user), my knowledge of birds has improved, I've seen a lot of North American birds (but definitely not all), I've had an opportunity to travel a little, and I've had to learn a little Photoshop along the way.   I am in no way a professional birder or a professional photographer.  But what I truly am is Crissy Bird and this is my birding blog.

Please stay, follow, and comment along the way.  Feedback and constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated.  Nasty comments may be deleted. My mother always said that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.   Warning:  there may be cuss words along the way because, well, I cuss a lot.   But I'll try my best to leave it out.

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