When I was young, long before I knew a thing about birdwatching, I thought the birds I saw close to home weren’t anything special.
The cardinals and robins that poked around in the yard where I grew up were attractive enough, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the macaws, birds-of-paradise, and other species I spied on wildlife programs on television. Colorful and spectacular, the exotic birds were the birds worth paying attention to, but all of them, it seemed, were also far away, sights to be seen only in zoos, or during expeditions to the world’s most distant corners.
But then, not far from home, I saw my first Common Yellowthroat, with its brilliant yellow undersides, and, shortly after that, my first male Scarlet Tanager, so bright that it…
