WILD THINGS: SHOULD WE TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER
It felt for a while like summer was holding out on us. Sure there was the stultifying humidity and the sense that, any time...
WILD THINGS: SHIFTING SEAS AND ISLANDS
I never really thought about Pelican Shoal until three or so months ago. I’m not sure I’d even heard of it. I’d certainly never...
WILD THINGS: CUBAN FINCH — THE BIG LIE
A while ago I wrote a piece for BWD, a national magazine sometimes known as Bird Watchers Digest. The story, which ran in their...
WILD THINGS: SHORT WALKS ON LONG PIERS AND THE START OF SOMETHING
I was walking the dog down Reynolds Street, past the Casa Marina, when the dog started pulling for the pier. I try to give...
WILD THINGS: A TRIO OF WAYWARD CHICKS
Ellen Westbrook texted me two photos from over at the Key West Wildlife Center, where she volunteers on the regular. The first was a...
WILD THINGS: MURMURS AND SUCH
Up on Boca Chica Beach the other day, the sargassum was teeming with a diverse legion of shorebirds – sandpipers, dowitchers, willets, turnstones and...
WILD THINGS: YOU CAN’T SEE EVERYTHING
Nine o’clock isn’t all that early, but there was still enough humidity in the air to fog the lenses of my binoculars and camera...
WILD THINGS: CARDINAL VIRTUES AND NUMBERS
In empirical terms, the male northern cardinal is a spectacular bird. Flaming red with a punker’s crest on top of its head, a black...
WILD THINGS: THE FLAMINGO VORTEX
The flamingo was in the ugliest part of the pond. Out in the middle, where it was probably about a foot deep, the surface...
WILD THINGS: A GUIDE TO BIRDING GUIDES, SORT OF
I’m old school, at least as far as field guides to birds go. I prefer a book to an app, but it’s a qualified...
