My first FBC event in August 2025 introduced me to genuine, nerdy humans—and confirmed it was time to lean into my inner birder.

Four months later, I’m all in. Hooked. Committed.
And seeing the birds wasn’t enough—I needed photographic proof.

Feeders, bird counts, field guides, and a deep respect for birds (and science) were part of our home. Many of those cherished family friends were his birding buddies.

Then the universe dropped the Feminist Bird Club into my lap.

As I reflected on this chapter and how to find community in a metro of over 13 million, my thoughts kept returning to something familiar: the family friends who shaped my childhood and remained part of my life.

My dad was a lifelong birder.

Honored to have your art on me and to be your first post on Bluesky. 🖤