There is a slight, unavoidable feeling of insecurity in my manhood when I admit to my fondness for flowers and birds. I never had a "be a tough guy" type of father figure in my life and to me that is a good thing. Personally, I can't think of another male (or female for that matter) that has a desire to sit quietly and just listen to birds and try to figure out what exactly they are hearing.
At the same time, I am still trying to figure out why I am attracted to this activity. What do I get out of it? What's the appeal? But instead of trying to answer those questions to myself, I should just enjoy it and not care why.