WILD THINGS: THE SCOOP ON SCAUPS
Heavens to Murgatroyd, the light at Fort Zach was gorgeous, a blanket of chromatic bliss saturating everything that wasn’t in shadow. And the shadows...
WILD THINGS: AN EYE ON THE SPARROW WHEN THE GOING GETS NARROW
It is important, I believe, to allow yourself to be dumb about certain things, to permit yourself to wallow in the hazy comfort of...
WILD THINGS: GOOD LIGHT AND THE RUMP-SHAKING TEETER-BOB
The front came in fast on Sunday, like a bad mood. I was driving home on North Roosevelt and suddenly everything was divided between...
WILD THINGS: OSPREY CAN YOU SEE
o throw the anchor first, and get a good look at whoever was doing the staring afterward.
We were at Destroyer Key, sometimes called Split...
WILD THINGS: WHERE THERE’S A WILLET…
The second bird of the new year was an osprey, a proper bird, singing his piercing ultra-falsetto song of love somewhere over the new...
WILD THINGS: COUNTING EVERYTHING; HOPING FOR ANOMALIES
I don’t usually have anxiety dreams about birding. I usually have them about cameras, social faux pas or software. Actually, it’s software more than...
WILD THINGS: ASK THE BIRD GEEK
Do we have any crows or ravens down here in the Keys? How do I get them to follow me around en masse? —...
WILD THINGS: TURTLES, TURTLES, EVERYWHERE
And some days you find yourself in a room full of endangered sea turtles, most of them flapping their front flippers, trying to find...
WILD THINGS: STARRING ROSEATE J. SPOONBILL AS HIMSELF
I generally don’t get my local birding information from world-famous authors, beloved by millions. But on occasion I do.
For instance, I was at a...
WILD THINGS: ‘DOWN THE SHORE EVERYTHING’S ALL RIGHT’
Some days you find yourself in the land of your youth, arguing with someone you’ve known more than 40 years about the quickest route...
