Love slow-birding, and being a lover of words as well, it is a great term indeed.

I live on a lake and see the geese pecking away at the sunchipped ice, making spots to swim and hop, wading on sheeted ice-walks, even from my encased glass window, they can hear me gasp, and standing on one leg, the white and blue herons, the sandhill cranes and the swans, the mallards and the endless canadian geese, this lake home made a bird watcher out of me.

Thank you!