Birdist Rule #5: Get Yourself a Nemesis Bird

Because every hero needs a villain.

My first nemesis was the Peregrine Falcon. I鈥檇 been birding for two years, and I wanted to see one so badly. I tried all the spots other birders were finding them, and scoured eBird for recent reports. Nothing. Why was everyone else seeing Peregrine Falcons except me? Did they know I was coming? Did they raise the alarm, like from 101 Dalmatians? After a full year of searching, I finally caught up with a Peregrine鈥攕itting on a snag in Scarborough Marsh. It was a triumph.

I quickly found a new nemesis. This time it was the Red Crossbill. After I came up empty on multiple-long drives to their 鈥済uaranteed鈥 habitat, I couldn鈥檛 help but hold a grudge. It became personal. Again, my eventual encounter, this time in Aspen, Colorado, wasn鈥檛 just a sighting: It was a vanquishing.

You know how in the Batman comics every week there鈥檚 a weird new villain in town? Well, I鈥檓 Batman. I鈥檝e had a rotating cast of nemesis birds my whole birding life (and that鈥檚 where the similarity ends). After Peregrines and Red Crossbills, it was Northern Goshawks, and then Cape May Warblers. It took me forever to find a Common Raven in D.C., and I鈥檓 still looking for a dang Purple Martin in the District. I鈥檝e hiked up multiple mountain ridges searching in vain for White-tailed Ptarmigan. Connecticut Warblers snicker from their hiding places when I walk by.

For me, a 鈥渘emesis bird鈥 is pretty much any species I鈥檝e attempted to find many times but have always come up short. It鈥檚 the kind of bird that makes me use up a vacation day to drive all the way out to where it鈥檚 supposed to be or where it鈥檚 been seen most recently, but then doesn't show its dumb face to me. If that happens once, it鈥檚 annoying. If it happens twice, it鈥檚 a personal affront and I have a new nemesis.

Not that I pioneered or anything. Different birders have different qualifications for when a bird becomes their nemesis. It might have to do with miles traveled; it might have to do with how common the species is (for common ones, it's easier to make things personal). It gets even more frustrating when everyone else is constantly mentioning how they 鈥渏ust saw a whole flock of [insert evil bird]! It was right over there!鈥

I asked on Twitter, and most people agreed that going for a bird multiple times and failing could qualify it as a nemesis. About a quarter of people based their qualifications on miles traveled. Despite the variety of definitions, everyone鈥檚 got a nemesis: