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Snowy Egret. First Bird I ever listed because I could swear I had never seen such a thing my entire youth growing up in Las Cruces, New Mexico. I blame my addiction on my journalism colleague Marvin Tessneer who would bore me every Monday morning with his weekend birding exploits, until I had the epiphany that I did not, at the ripe old age of 22, know the proper names of any of the species. Afree he showed me photos of the painted burnings he allegedly saw I pronounced him a fraud and a peddler of ornithology on unprepared young minds I went out and bought a Peterson’s field guide. That weekend a Snowy Egret appeared like the Great Pumpkin over the Chile fields.
The first bird I took interest in was a cliff swallow. I think I was 9. I already decided I wanted to become an ornithologist because I knew someone who was and was inspired but I had never actually took interest in them. A family friend took me by a soccer field where there were maybe 50 swallow nests. I fell in love with the way they fly. As I grew older swallows were always my favorite. Once in 5th grade on the way to school I saw a tree swallow and was so excited that I almost ran home. Since those moments I get excited about birds all the time. I really owe my love for birds to the family friend who showed me those swallows