Greetings Fellow Horse & Bird Lovers!
Welcome to Birds, Boots, and Brew. This blog will be devoted to my love of horses & wild birds, my journey to heal, and the adventures life takes me on along the way. I should probably preface this blog with a disclaimer; this is not a scientific blog devoted to birds. I am not a member of the Audubon society, nor am I a “bird nerd” that travels across country, competing in competitions to document who can spot the most birds. I am far from any of these things. While I enjoy chronicling local birds, I am a horse owner and enthusiast, amateur photographer, and occasionally, a wannabe connoisseur of the local Colorado beer scene. I also enjoy a really good cup of coffee!
In June of 2016, my husband of 22 years was killed in a car accident. Grief is a strange journey, full of unexpected twists and turns. One minute you are fine, the next minute you are climbing the walls and can’t get out of your own head. In addition to your own heartbreak, there are the people around you who are also grappling with their own form of grief, some handling it well, while others lose their mind and try everything imaginable to take advantage of you and make your life a living hell. I’ve endured every aspect of the grief spectrum in one form or another in the last two and a half years, and quite frankly, dealing with this loss is still a daily struggle. Every day is a process.
So, what, pray tell, does all of this have to do with birds, you ask? I tell you this because birds have become part of my healing method, and it is through the following and photographing of birds that I have found a sense of peace and a realization that the universe is far more immense than I ever could have imagined. The many birds I am blessed to photograph have also brought a sense of purpose. When having a particularly tough day, I often find myself lacing up a pair of hiking boots and setting off on foot with camera in hand, enjoying the sights around me. Few things are more rejuvenating for the body and mind than enjoying nature, even if it is only for a few minutes at a time. The worries and sorrow of the world truly melt away in these moments, and I do believe that taking this time for myself has saved my sanity more than once.
Birds have always been on my radar, particularly hawks and eagles, from the time I was a child. We lived in a remote area, surrounded by beautiful mountains and amazing wildlife. I distinctly remember being in the truck with my dad one morning, driving into town, when I noticed a huge bird sitting regally on a fence post. I remember looking into the face of that dark, majestic bird and being struck by its sharp eyes and powerful looking beak. I turned to my dad and asked, “What kind of big bird is that?” My dad replied with, “I didn’t notice. Wasn’t paying attention.” I found myself in the school library the following Monday, looking at books about birds, trying to identify the beautiful bird I had been so fortunate to witness. It was a Golden Eagle. Fast forward thirty plus years and here I am, attempting my first blog about birds and life.
Thank you for joining me on the journey of birds, boots, and brews. Cheers to the beginning!