Go bird watching and identify 10 species.

“I remember sitting on the rocks at Maine’s Acadia National Park with my two young daughters, surrounded by wind, cold salt spray, and the smell of seaweed. We’d been there for quite a while when we suddenly noticed a little black bird right where the waves smashed against the rocks. All three of us were sure the bird was going to be killed, but it kept diving and it kept coming up unharmed. When we crept closer to the edge of the cliff, we could see the bird’s bright red feet under the water. It was my first Black Guillemot.”

“I remember the exact places where I saw almost every one of my first 200 or so birds. I remember the abandoned beaver dam I was sitting on when I noticed a tiny bird darting into a hole in a large snag. I waited, and after a few seconds my first-ever Red-breasted Nuthatch backed out of the hole with its bill full of rotting wood. It was so quiet, just me and the bird and a distant White-throated Sparrow, that I could hear the quiet puh-TOO noise as the nuthatch spit out what was in its bill before diving back into the hole to do some more excavating.”