WILD THINGS: A NEW SPECIES FOR THE FLORIDA KEYS
Damn I love the rivers that run through the Mud Keys. They are just the perfect distillation of the raw beauty of the backcountry,...
WILD THINGS: DESTRUCTIVE TO AMBITION
A tiny piece of plastic broke in our CR-V’s brake pedal, which meant the brake lights didn’t shut off when we parked it at...
WILD THINGS: IT’S A WIZARD. IT’S A BIRD. IT’S AN APP.
The Cloisters, we figured, were up there somewhere, though we weren’t totally sure where. Intermittently, as we walked, we could see part of a...
WILD THINGS: DAREDEVIL MIGRANTS & SPA DAYS
I watch a lot of bike racing. For some reason it is the only sport I’ve ever consistently cared about. The early part of...
WILD THINGS: THE DISCRETE CHARMS OF THE BLACK-THROATED BLUE WARBLER
There is a bench up on the berm path at Fort Zach that I forget about on a regular basis. It’s a small thing,...
WILD THINGS: BIRD NAMES — A CRITICAL CONSIDERATION
The cadence of a songbird’s daily life, of its moment-to-moment motions, are generally faster than we can follow. The speed at which they hop...
WILD THINGS: STORMS & STONES, TURNED & UNTURNED
The sky was foreboding and maybe overdoing it – a two-tone wall of gray and darker gray moving closer and closer to where we...
WILD THINGS: CHEESE TOAST, CON LECHE & TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT
There are basically two methods of birdwatching – you go out and move through a landscape and try to see what you can see,...
WILD THINGS: AVIAN SHOWER THOUGHTS
I was digging through some old, loose text docs on my laptop the other day when I found a page of notes from a...
WILD THINGS: THE DISCRETE CHARMS OF THE LITTLE BLUE HERON
You tend to take little blue herons for granted. Not that they aren’t beautiful birds – there are no ugly herons or egrets, except...
