Jennifer Sinor <em>“Avimancy” Interview<em/>

In your essay, you beautifully capture not only your own encounters observing (and searching!) for birds, but the experiences others have doing the same. I have in mind Mel’s story about the two cranes and their colt on the Salt Marsh. In the narratives it follows, your essay depicts bird-watching as a communal experience. Do you feel that your interactions with owls and other wildlife is inherently a shared experience, or is there a distinctly individual component to it as well?

I can only speak for myself, but the best way for me to learn is through stories. When I am with others in the natural world, it is stories that we share—stories about what we see in front of us, stories about what we have witnessed in the past, stories about when we watched an eagle fish, or a rock slide begin, or a bear that stood on a ridge, golden in the falling light. I learn why aspens flutter because my husband tells me the story of their flat stems, or I learn to spot a burrowing owl because Mike shares the story of their shape. Landscapes are storied places, meaning what I see arrives narrated by what I see before me, what I have seen in the past, stories I have been told, and stories I tell, as well as the mystery and wonder of all that remains unknown (the holes in the stories). In that way, our vision is never singular and always communal. I don’t just see an owl—I see all I have been told of owls, all the owls I have seen, the ones I have read about, the owls of my dreams. Of course, in the moment I don’t parse it. I just know—honestly feel is a better verb here—that when I see an owl, I am not alone in that seeing even if I am alone in the woods.