Mags Holloway

I didn’t start birding to build a list, collect accolades, or prove anything to anyone standing next to me on a trail. I started birding because one day I realized I was seeing birds but not actually seeing them. That moment usually sneaks up on you. For me, it happened years ago on a job site in East Texas. I was supposed to be evaluating land. Instead, I stood there far too long watching a bird flick its tail, drop to the ground, hop back up, and repeat the whole routine like it was trying to explain something important. That…