In Their Own Words
WILD THINGS: SCUTES & SHITE-POKES AT THE BLUE HOLE
I was up at the Blue Hole on Big Pine the other day, standing on the platform, staring at the gator in the shallow water below, watching her nostrils...
Environment
WILD THINGS: PRESERVING THE SPIRIT OF KEY WEST’S FRAN FORD
I was thinking about Fran Ford the other day. Possibly because I was sitting on a bench in the shade of a giant ficus tree in the middle of...
In Their Own Words
WILD THINGS: DANCE IS LIFE — FOR SOME
I was reading a species account of the Reddish Egret the other day, when the authors described the bird as a “charismatic species,” which kind of stopped me in...
Columns
WILD THINGS: YOU’VE GOTTA HAVE STANDARDS
It’s not that my wife hates birdwatching. She just has very stringent standards for when she will go.
The idea of walking around for hours, staring into bushes, hoping to...
In Their Own Words
WILD THINGS: COUNTING ON THE BIRD COUNT
The 121st Christmas Bird Count, Key West edition, started with Ellen Westbrook and three guys named Mark (Songer, Whiteside and me) standing at the foot of White Street Pier,...
Columns
WILD THINGS: VEXED BY A DUCK
I hate chasing birds. And I hate getting up early. And, closing out my third decade living in the Keys, I don’t much like the cold. So it took...