Spring is in the air. The groundhog not withstanding, I tend to think spring is on its way when geese congregate in my neighborhood as a stop on their migration route north to spend the summer months in Canada. Our backyard is also home to a bluejay and a cardinal who is “not welcome” (sports joke) as well as many other animals. The geese are my favorite. My mom thought that spring began when she saw the first Robin red breast of the season, but for me it’s the geese. One year an injured goose could not join its flock on the journey north and decided to make our front yard its base. My son put out water and food for it and slowly “Swaggy Bob” regained the strength in his wing. One day he got up and flew away, and months later he came back. I know that geese mate for life, and every year around this time I notice two geese apart from the rest who stop on my block. Is it Swaggy Bob and Swaggy Bobette? I would like to think so. I have never been much of a nature lover. My vacations must be either near a beach or a city that has sports; however, I do enjoy watching animals and birds. I mean my house is home to sixteen cats so obviously I get along with other living things well enough to be their mom. Birds, well, I don’t think they would do so well in my house although the cats love staring at them out the window. They are indoor cats, birds move, it is instant television for them.
Amy Tan has been one of my favorite authors since middle school. She is one of the generation of authors that my mom read at the time, and, because I thought that the equivalent of ya literature at the time was juvenile, I simply shared books with her. Amy Tan was one of my favorites. I loved her story of mothers and daughters in her now modern classic The Joy Luck Club and then savored her epic Bone Setter’s Daughter. My relationship reading Amy Tan has now endured for over thirty years. Last year, Tan published a book about her experience bird watching. When my mom asked me what I am reading for women’s history month, I told her that I am including a book that Amy Tan wrote and illustrated about her time bird watching. My parents do go to a bird sanctuary a few times a winter. There are herons and species of ducks who hang out in their winter community. My mom was surprised that Amy Tan had turned to birding. Truthfully, so am I; however, I know that people are multifaceted. They have lives away from their professions. That is why I enjoy reading memoirs. In 2016, a year I will never forget as long as I live, Amy Tan needed a project other than writing and started attending classes with John Muir Laws to learn how to sketch birds. She was hooked and began to keep a journal and sketch book of all the birds she encountered in a place where she would not have to travel far: her backyard. Always the creative mind, Tan entitled her findings The Backyard Bird Chronicles. The book is a result of the fruit of her labor.
Amy Tan and her husband Lou DeMattei live in a house meant for birding in Sausalito, California. The backyard is home to countless trees, and the house overlooks the San Francisco Bay. This backyard is on the migration route for a myriad of species of birds as well as the year round denizens. There are crows and a great horned owl as well as scrub jays, finches, warblers, hummingbirds, and countless others. As a cat parent, we spend hundreds of dollars a month to feed our brood. Amy Tan never had children and currently has two small dogs. Since becoming a full time birder, she purchases more food and product for her outdoor conservatory than I do for my cats. There are hummingbird feeders and decals on her windows to prevent crashes. There is suet for the migratory birds, seeds, and meal worms. The younger birds are pickier eaters and will only eat live meal worms, that she keeps in containers in her refrigerator. The older birds will eat the dried variety that cost less. That made me chuckle a bit. Tan’s observations are only of the birds that came to feed on her deck. In the summer she opened her dining room doors all the way, and she had a front row seat to the birds and some like the Anna’s hummingbirds even ate from her hands. She did not include the birds in the trees or at ground level because of the sheer number who came to the deck. That is for another time, and she is excited to further observe the owls in the trees and quails on the ground.
When Amy Tan began her birding journey she only sketched rudimentarily. Her early renderings looked like comics and gradually became more realistic. Over the six year period that Tan kept her journal, she also observed avian behavior and grew closer to her backyard residents. She questioned if certain species exhibited higher order thinking and were smarter than humans. I would not go that far, but crows are considered to be intelligent beings. Tan’s drawings of them show them with a purplish hue that looks almost majestic. Some of the migratory species knew just where to go on their route-Tan’s deck. They associated her turning on her bathroom light with the coming of food in the near future. Some would even tap their beaks on the window to signal to Tan that their food dishes needed a refill. My cats exhibit similar behavior in terms of food. I am still not sure if this is higher order intelligence or learned behavior, although I think my cats are brilliant. Tan grew to show love toward her birds beyond being a backyard observer of them. She grew close to the birding community that she met at her sketch classes and attended monthly field trips to observe birds in various locations. After a few years, her sketches became worthy of inclusion in a book, and her bird observations grew more astute. Amy Tan grew from an author who happens to bird watch to a bird watcher who is also a prolific writer. This book meshed her two passions together.
I might not live in a climate like California where I can watch birds on a daily basis. I am grateful for the visitors to my yard and watch from afar the ones who decide to visit. Amy Tan has become a bird watcher extraordinaire. She cultivated a new passion later in her life and uses her creative juices to sketch and care for the avians who call her backyard home. I do miss Amy Tan the prolific writer although at her age I am not holding my breath for another novel. The Backyard Bird Chronicles is the fruits of Tan’s newfound love as a birder. In addition to illustrating the journal, the book is printed on soft, mesh paper that is perfect for avid bird watchers to take on their field trips to observe birds away from their own backyards. Field trips are fun, but there is no better place to observe wildlife than one’s own backyard. I enjoy watching the geese, blue jays, wrens, sparrows, and the cardinals who enjoy congregating in my yard. I would gladly feed them, but there are also deer, squirrels, and a groundhog family, and occasional opossums and raccoons, not to mention the feral cats - not mine- who pass through. Amy Tan is a legitimate birder. I prefer to view most birds from afar and enjoyed her journal that teaches us to respect other living things that call our outdoor spaces their homes.
4 stars