We have set up a ( bird tree) loaded down with bird feeders and suet feeders. And since we are in Pennsylvania (transilated from latin = Penn'sforest) we get tons of birds. Name it and we have.
I have a bird book so I can figure it out. Because I am out in the woods so much I can figure out about 10 without the book. ( I like to take pictures of all types of wild animals) One time a copper head almost bitt me.
Ew, snakes. I just about stepped on a King Snake once. And again with a black snake. And I've had more than enough copperheads and other bad snakes coiled up sunning at my trampoline. Which of course, I don't notice until I'm RIGHT there
I'm a 3rd generation bird-lover, so I picked up on who's who pretty quick. The majority of my time inside when I was little, was spent looking at my dad's bird books and drawing them.
A lot of people down here don't like to call birds by their real names either. They'd rather give them nicknames So I've had to get used to that too. Buzzards are Vultures (even though buzzards are another kind of bird), Boat-tailed blackbirds are actually Boat-tailed Grackles, Rain Crows are Yellow-billed Cuckoos, Chicken Hawks are Cooper's Hawks, Sparrowhawks are kestrels (even though sparrowhawks are a real kind of bird), duck hawks are Peregrines, fish hawks are Osprey, and pigeon hawks are Merlins
Most of the time I have to call them by their nicknames in order for people to know what the heck I'm talking about down here Except Rain Crows, which I guess is just what mountain people call them. Speaking of which, I'm stuck on calling them cuckoo, as in the way it's spelled, instead of coo-coo, the way it's SUPPOSED to be pronounced. It's my dad's fault!