If there's anything better than birding, it's birding while being in love. At least, that's what the pros say. So turn down and listen up: You could play the lone wolf, or you could be the better half of a power birder couple. The key, of course, is finding the right person and the nerdiest, birdiest opportunity to ask them out. Scroll down to learn where and how these bird lovers' stories began.
Ohio
While visiting the Black Swamp Bird Observatory to speak at their 2003 banquet, I led a walk at a local park on a snowy February day. Birds were scarce, and I was frustrated because I couldn鈥檛 find an opening to start a conversation with this beautiful, intriguing expert bander on the trip. Fortunately, she created an opening鈥攂y whacking me with a snowball. Other people were shocked, but I fired back. The walk devolved into an epic snowball free-for-all. Smitten in more ways than one, I couldn鈥檛 forget Kimberly after that, and within three years we were married.
鈥擪enn Kaufman, birder extraordinaire, 爆料公社 field editor, and author
Mexico
I met my husband Antonio Celis Murillo 20 years ago while we were doing fieldwork on birds in central Mexico. Since then, we've worked side-by-side counting, observing, capturing, tracking, and recording vocalizations of migratory and resident species in Mexico, Cuba, and the United States. I'm now leading a new 爆料公社 team to translate migration data into action and policy, and he's a scientist at the USGS Bird Banding Lab. We now have two little girls who share our enthusiasm for birds, nature, and conservation, and have lots of great stories from the field.
鈥擩ill Deppe, senior director of the 爆料公社 Migratory Bird Initiative
Ecuador
My wife Alexa Class Freeman and I met in a cloud forest in the Andes in 2007. She was a PhD student studying bird behavior; I was a mere bird enthusiast studying nesting biology.
The big move was when I invited her to come see a nest that I had found and was watching from a shitty tarp shelter I built. I wanted to know things like how many adults came to feed the babies, and how often they brought food. I wasn't particularly concerned with the logistics of my invitation: Alexa's job demanded she get up at 4 a.m. and spent all day doing hard-ass fieldwork by herself. So, hiking an hour to my spot after that was kind of a big ask. But she came up, admired the wren nest with me, and damn if we didn't get together soon after.
鈥擝en Freeman, scientist at the Biodiversity Research Centre at the University of British Columbia
Minnesota
Dave Pavlik and I met in graduate school at the University of Minnesota in 2013鈥攂ut he remembered meeting me six months previously when he came to visit campus. I was wearing a shirt with Barn Swallows on it and talking about my PhD study species: Great Lakes Piping Plovers. He's a huge bird nerd so he knew there was something there. When he started school in August to study butterflies, he asked me to play ping-pong with him. We maintained our relationship through long-distance field seasons with daily FaceTime calls, trips, and snail-mail surprises. We just got married last October and are enjoying newlywed life!
鈥擲arah Saunders, quantitative ecologist at the 爆料公社
Mexico
Pamela Garc铆a and I were in our first year of college, and we didn't know what we wanted to do the rest of our lives. One day we noticed a lot of differences between the birds around us. So, we started birding, and in a year we made it in the top 10 eBirders of M茅xico City. Our relationship is about loving each other, but also loving birds.
鈥擵铆ctor Romero, photographer behind Tiranos Urbanos
Maine
Jason Guerard and I met during the summer of 2000, our second year working at the Hog Island 爆料公社 camp in Maine on Hog Island. We were the two instructors that were most interested in birds. I had just completed an internship at Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary in Naples, Florida, and Jason was born in the state, so we had something to talk about from the start. As the family session was coming to an end, Jason and I talked to the director about starting a teen birding camp on Hog Island. The first year we ran the camp with Kenn Kaufman, the session filled up. We now have two sessions.
In December 2002, Jason and I rowed out to check on the camp and see what birds were brought in to Muscongus Bay (or so I thought). The waters were filled with ice and Long-tailed Ducks were calling close to shore, engaged in their own pair bonding ritual. Jason then asked me to marry him on the rocky ledges on the eastern side of the island. Today, we have two amazing kids that enjoy spending time in nature as much as we do and are enjoying Lake Erie life in northwestern Ohio, the warbler capital of the world.
鈥擫aura Guerard, education director for the Black Swamp Bird Observatory
California
I met my husband Joseph Brooks on Valentine鈥檚 Day 25 years ago. Our first date was at the Descanso Gardens in Los Angeles. He brought his binoculars and pointed to a small moving object: an Orange-crowned Warbler. I fell in love with him and birds at the same time. Today I'm working at 爆料公社, in a career that began at my local chapter. Joseph and I take two trips a year to some remote part of the world to enjoy birds, and we're passing off the binoculars to our six-year-old grandson Matteo. Happy Valentine鈥檚 Day to all avian and human lovebirds!
鈥擥arry George, renewable energy director with the 爆料公社
Maine
Katama Murray and I first spoke while in the bird blinds on Eastern Egg Rock looking at nesting Atlantic Puffins. After leaving the camp, we began a long-distance relationship spanning hundreds of miles between Pennsylvania and Maine. We've returned to on the anniversary of the day we met almost every year since, and we're now lucky enough to be much closer and doing what we love. Katama is currently a student in New Hampshire studying art, and I recently graduated with a degree in wildlife biology from the University of Vermont. We both love birds and nature, and are thankful to 爆料公社 and the amazing Hog Island camp for bringing us together. We've even discussed the idea of a wedding there sometime down the road.
鈥擭athaniel Sharp, outreach naturalist at the Vermont Center for Ecostudies
New Mexico
It started when I commented on Adam Kludt's Sandhill Crane photo that he'd posted on Facebook. We've now known each other for five years. Birding is a great part of our daily life in New Mexico and our travels throughout the Southwest. We just got back from the Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, where crowds of Sandhills roost during migration.
鈥擩udith Purcell, environmentalist
Washington, D.C.
Gabriel Foley and I met on Twitter, then at a bird conference. We started chatting, and haven鈥檛 stopped since. Gabriel is in Canada and I'm in D.C., so we're still syncing our full annual life cycles. During his ornithology fellowship in South Africa last year, we saw more than 350 species together, including Lilac-breasted Rollers and a European Nightjar that we鈥檒l probably talk about forever. Despite the distance, it works because we're complementary; I photograph, and Gabriel submits to eBird. Did I mention he's entered 25 years worth of my historical data? If that isn鈥檛 bird nerdy love, I don鈥檛 know what is.
鈥擩ordan Rutter, director of public relations for the American Bird Conservancy
Wisconsin
My husband Joe Charles fell in love with me after I told him about my love for hunting and dissecting owl pellets. Shortly after, he proposed to me as we skied under a full moon, and an owl hooted its approval as we skied. Since then we've been birding together across the world.
鈥擯hoebe Devitt, family medicine doctor
Connecticut
A friend introduced me and Fiona Kurylowicz with the intentionally awkward phrase, 鈥測ou both like birds . . . you should date.鈥 We laughed it off and I invited her on a kayak trip to see Tree Swallows staging by the hundreds of thousands over the Connecticut River. We shared an awkwardly long hug afterward. Now, she's a student in New Haven, and I work at a conservation organization in Boston. We alternate visits with field work in the Berkshires, sea watching at Race Point, and weekend trips farther afield. It's worked out beautifully so far.
鈥擶illiam Freedberg, bird conservation associate at Mass 爆料公社
New York
When I moved to New York City in 1979, I wrote to the 爆料公社 to ask why there wasn鈥檛 a local chapter. As it happened, it was being organized. To celebrate, my friend Eleonore and I went on an 爆料公社-led September trip to the newly designated wilderness area at the Fire Island National Seashore. When we gathered around a picnic table to discuss the eight-mile route and look at a map, I noticed a guy who was carrying his lunch and water in a grocery shopping bag (horror of horrors). I asked him if he鈥檇 like me to put his bag into my backpack. He said, 鈥渟ure,鈥 and the hike began.
Before going too far, I spotted a Black-crowned Night-Heron, so we stopped and watched it for a bit. At lunch, I handed the guy his bag and learned his name was Sam Kornhauser鈥攁 cousin of Eleonore鈥檚. He was hiking with his girlfriend; nonetheless, he and I talked the whole walk back. A few days later, he called me at Wave Hill, where I worked, and said, 鈥淚 happen to be in the Bronx . . .
Turns out Sam was in midst of breaking up with his girlfriend. He was impressed that I knew about the night-heron, and confessed that he had come across Eleonore, me, and her friend Jane skinny dipping after the Fire Island hike. From that second meeting, we each knew. By Thanksgiving we'd found an apartment together and married two years after that. Thirty-five years later, he's a sharp birder and a good judge of women, of course.
鈥擲usan Antenen, former manager of the Rockefeller State Park Preserve
Idaho
The first time my now-husband Ryder Evan Robinson and I went to brunch in New York City, he pointed into the sky and said, 鈥淩ed-Tailed Hawk.鈥 I knew all the little birds鈥 names, but not the big ones, so I knew it was meant to be. Less than a year later we moved to southeast Idaho鈥攊nto the house his great-great-grandparents built in 1914. This year I participated in my first ever Christmas Bird Count (Ryder had to work at the rural fire department), and next year, we鈥檙e hoping to organize the count in our small community along the Henry鈥檚 Fork of the Snake River. His favorite bird is the Loggerhead Shrike, though he鈥檚 never seen one. I just saw my first one last week in a cottonwood tree in our yard! These days, when anything significant happens in our lives, it seems a Red-tailed Hawk is not far away, soaring overhead or perched in a tree. It鈥檚 our lucky sign.
鈥擜insley McWha, writer, teacher, and counselor
Connecticut
My story is just the opposite of the others. My ex ditched me not long after I became an obsessive birder. Guess the Snake Bight Trail (Florida) and Nogales Sewage Ponds (Arizona) weren't her idea of ideal vacation spots.
鈥擩amie Meyers, forever channeling