Finding beauty in the common
I don't bother with that bird — it's so common.
That's a sentiment that some birders in Singapore hold. These people tend to be listers who are always on the look out for adding unique and unusual birds that have landed in Singapore to their list, to the exclusion of the common birds.
I don't think this is a healthy approach to birding.
I do get excited when something rare has been spotted. When a Rhinoceros Hornbill made its appearance in Singapore after 200 years, I rushed as soon as I could to witness this magical sight. It was amazing to see this prehistoric-looking bird, even though I had to share it with so many others. At the same time, I find many local birds really appealing:
*Golden-bellied gerygone: a drab-looking bird with such a sweet song *Pink-necked green pigeon: the males are so richly-coloured that it is unreal for a bird so common *Black-naped oriole: yet another common neighbourhood bird, but these yellow streaks always bring a smile to my face
There is so much magic in the common if we pay attention. To diminish or disregard it in favour of the rare and shiny is a disservice to ourselves. Because otherwise, when is it ever enough?
I think this applies beyond birding too. We might be a lot happier if we are grateful for the small things too, because they are also the big things.