Some ball hawks don’t need gloves.
Watching baseball and watching birds require similar skills. Both employ patience and imagination, sometimes deep thought; both progress slowly, appear boring from a distance, but are punctuated by bursts of joyous activity; neither is hampered by time.
Over the years I’ve discovered that major-league ballparks are good places for birdwatching. With few exceptions, they hug migration flyways: the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, the Great Lakes, the interior rivers … Boston’s Fenway Park—nestled along the Charles River and the Atlantic Ocean—may be the best ballpark in America for watching birds.
—“Of Birds & Baseball,” by Ted Levin, May 1993