I made fun of birdwatching for most of my life.
It sat in the same category as early dinners and talking about the weather—something you eventually drift into, not something you choose. The kind of thing you joke about becoming.
And yet… here we are.
I just started a birdwatching group.
It’s called The Aviary, and it lives inside my Patreon and Discord—part of The Hidden Pine Lodge.
Which, if you’re new to this whole thing, isn’t just a subscription or a chat room. It’s a small, growing group of people who care about the same kinds of things I do—getting outside, paying attention, talking about bourbon, books, fly fishing, and now… apparently birds.
The Aviary is just one corner of that.
A place where, once a week, we slow things down a bit and start noticing what’s overhead instead of what’s on our phones.
No expertise required. No pressure to know what you’re looking at.
Just curiosity.
This wasn’t planned.
It didn’t come from some grand idea, a content strategy, or a “this would be good for the brand” kind of thought.
It started in the river.
I’ll be out fly fishing—focused on the usual things. The drift. The current. Whether I tied on the right fly or, at times, snapping to after zoning out for god knows how long.
And then I started hearing them.
Not just noise.
Patterns.
Calls that repeat. Movement in the trees. Something landing behind me that I didn’t notice before.
At first, it was background. Something you register without really thinking about it.
But over time, it got harder to ignore.
Fly fishing has a way of doing that to you.
It slows everything down, whether you want it to or not. You can’t rush a river. You can try, but it’ll just remind you that you’re not in charge out there.
And when things slow down, you start picking up on details you used to miss.
That’s where the birds came in.
Not in some poetic, life-changing way.
Just… there.
Consistent. Active. Doing their own thing, completely independent of you.
And for the first time, I found myself wondering what I was actually hearing.
Getting older gets a bad reputation.
Most of the conversation is about what you lose—energy, patience, time.
But there’s something else that happens too.
You stop reacting to everything.
Things that used to feel urgent don’t anymore. You don’t feel the need to jump into every conversation, correct every bad take, or keep up with every little thing happening around you.
And in that space, something replaces it.
You start noticing.
That’s what this is for me.
Not a hobby I picked up.
Just something I finally stopped ignoring.
Now I’ll be standing in the river, rod in hand, halfway focused on the water—and halfway listening.
Trying to figure out if that’s the same call I heard ten minutes ago.
Wondering why one bird sounds like it’s answering another.
Looking up instead of straight ahead.
I don’t know what most of them are yet.
But I want to.
And that’s really the point of The Aviary.
It’s not about becoming an expert.
It’s about paying attention.
Sharing what you’re seeing. Asking questions. Noticing patterns. Maybe figuring out a few names along the way.
Just building that habit of awareness.
Because the truth is, none of this is new.
The birds have always been there.
I just wasn’t truly listening.
But now I am.
If that sounds like something you’ve been missing too… you’re welcome to join us. Come on in.
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