Birdist Rule #5: Get Yourself a Nemesis Bird

Because every hero needs a villain.

My first nemesis was the Peregrine Falcon. I鈥檇 been birding for two years, and I wanted to see one so badly. I tried all the spots other birders were finding them, and scoured eBird for recent reports. Nothing. Why was everyone else seeing Peregrine Falcons except me? Did they know I was coming? Did they raise the alarm, like from 101 Dalmatians? After a full year of searching, I finally caught up with a Peregrine鈥攕itting on a snag in Scarborough Marsh. It was a triumph.

I quickly found a new nemesis. This time it was the Red Crossbill. After I came up empty on multiple-long drives to their 鈥済uaranteed鈥 habitat, I couldn鈥檛 help but hold a grudge. It became personal. Again, my eventual encounter, this time in Aspen, Colorado, wasn鈥檛 just a sighting: It was a vanquishing.

You know how in the Batman comics every week there鈥檚 a weird new villain in town? Well, I鈥檓 Batman. I鈥檝e had a rotating cast of nemesis birds my whole birding life (and that鈥檚 where the similarity ends). After Peregrines and Red Crossbills, it was Northern Goshawks, and then Cape May Warblers. It took me forever to find a Common Raven in D.C., and I鈥檓 still looking for a dang Purple Martin in the District. I鈥檝e hiked up multiple mountain ridges searching in vain for White-tailed Ptarmigan. Connecticut Warblers snicker from their hiding places when I walk by.

For me, a 鈥渘emesis bird鈥 is pretty much any species I鈥檝e attempted to find many times but have always come up short. It鈥檚 the kind of bird that makes me use up a vacation day to drive all the way out to where it鈥檚 supposed to be or where it鈥檚 been seen most recently, but then doesn't show its dumb face to me. If that happens once, it鈥檚 annoying. If it happens twice, it鈥檚 a personal affront and I have a new nemesis.

Not that I pioneered or anything. Different birders have different qualifications for when a bird becomes their nemesis. It might have to do with miles traveled; it might have to do with how common the species is (for common ones, it's easier to make things personal). It gets even more frustrating when everyone else is constantly mentioning how they 鈥渏ust saw a whole flock of [insert evil bird]! It was right over there!鈥

I asked on Twitter, and most people agreed that going for a bird multiple times and failing could qualify it as a nemesis. About a quarter of people based their qualifications on miles traveled. Despite the variety of definitions, everyone鈥檚 got a nemesis:

 

I also asked some highly accomplished birders if they had nemesis birds of their own.

Rick Wright, Book Review Editor, American Birding Association:

鈥淭he Russet-crowned Motmot. It's not a rare bird, and it's not especially furtive, but for some reason I just can't see this creature. Local guides proud of their 100 percent success rates have to change their marketing campaigns after a day out with me. My friends are tired of going to the same canyons and washes, over and over again, to help me miss it, over and over again. My wife has started calling it the 鈥榥otmot.鈥 It's been going on for so long now that I almost don't want to see the bird: it won't be easy finding something else to complain about for years and years.鈥

Drew Weber, Merlin Project Coordinator at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology:

鈥淢y current nemesis is the Red Phalarope. I've always been at the wrong place at the wrong time, or on the wrong trip to see them. I'm planning on going on a pelagic out of Bar Harbor, Maine, this September, which may finally get me my Red Phalarope fix!鈥

David Ringer, Chief Network Officer, 爆料公社: 

鈥淗OOK-BILLED KITE ARGHHHHHHHHH.鈥

Noah Strycker, Global Big Year record holder and author:

I have a nemesis in Oregon, and it鈥檚 an ugly one: the Common Grackle. They may be trash birds across most of the United States, but grackles are very rare in my home state. They always seem to disappear just before I arrive!鈥 

Denise Ryan, Deputy Director for Congressional and External Relations, National Park Service: 

鈥淭op three: Barnacle Goose, Elegant Trogon, Nelson's Sharp-tailed Sparrow. Sedge Wren might be approaching nemesis soon.

Real birders are a persistent bunch, and you won't find your bird sitting at home. You've got to get out there, and be prepared to recognize that new bird when it appears at the highway turnoff, along the trail, the mall parking lot or in your National Parks. So please, get out there and #FindYourBird while you #FindYourPark.鈥

The point is, if a birder acquires a nemesis bird, they should feel lucky to have one. Despite how annoying it is to miss species that everyone else is seeing, nemesis birds drive you to become a better birder.

When you become obsessed with finding a certain species you start to think harder about why you might be dipping (another birding term for failure). To find my sought-after Northern Goshawk, for example, I needed to make sure I was able to identify it from the similar-looking Cooper鈥檚 Hawk, so I studied the minute differences between the two species in flight. When I was searching for Cape May Warblers, I needed to know their calls鈥攚hich meant I had to learn all the warbler calls.  

Plus, it鈥檚 fun. Birding without a target is just a gussied-up walk in the woods; you need to have some sort of treasure.

I wish I could assign you each a nemesis bird of your own, but they need to come naturally. Think of a bird that you really want to see and then go try to find it. (Let me suggest the Peregrine Falcon鈥攊t鈥檚 the fastest animal on Earth.) Maybe you鈥檒l succeed, in which case . . . congratulations! Now pick another one!

Maybe you won鈥檛 find it. Maybe you鈥檒l look in the exact same place as everyone else, but it just won鈥檛 be there. Okay, try again. It's annoying, right? Good. Keep at it. Listen to the calls again. Study all the different plumages and make sure you鈥檙e looking in the right habitat at the perfect time. Also, learn a . You鈥檒l need to celebrate when you finally beat your nemesis.