Look, just because I happen to be "WATCHING" a "BIRD" does not ipso facto make me a "BIRDWATCHER," okay?
Maybe I'm just a "BOOK FORGETTER" who happens to be waiting for the bus on this bench next to you when I see ...
... what's clearly a ... common merganser perched on that mailbox just yonder. And I happen to admonish you to silence as I examine it more closely through these high-end field binoculars under the shade of my expensive sun-hat and jot in my notebook its features, then text all my birding buddies about my sighting and inform YOU that this is the northern-most summer terminus of the migrating wood-fowl, which winters in the inland lakes of Guatemala.
So LEAVE ME ALONE already, okay?!
