WILD THINGS: OF OWLS & MARRIAGE
One of the central tenets of my wife’s and my marriage is, we don’t tell each other what to do. It’s not a rule so much as...
WILD THINGS: AN ODE TO ODES, THOUGH IT’S COMPLICATED
Sometimes it can feel as if you’re starting over again. For instance, I’ve never thought much about dragonflies, though I’ve always liked them and the hovering, near-linear...
KEYS WEEKLY’S OWN MARK HEDDEN SPEAKS AT BOTANICAL GARDEN ON MARCH 18
The Key West Botanical Garden Society presents Mark Hedden, writer, photographer and semi-professional bird watcher on Saturday, March 18 at 1 p.m. in the Toppino Nature Chapel...
WILD THINGS: NORTHERN PARULAS, FIRST OF THEIR NAME
I went out to the Key West Tropical Forest & Botanical Garden the other day with something of a mission – to write a column about the...
WILD THINGS: THE CAMERA AND THE BUTTER-BUTT BUGBEAR
Back in the day, you could show your chops as a birder by distinguishing between a Myrtle warbler and an Audubon’s warbler. They were very similar-looking birds....
WILD THINGS: 2,500 MILES & A LOT OF RED-SHOULDERED HAWKS
Red-shouldered hawks are the car alarms of the raptor world, always going off and making a racket for reasons unclear. At least, this is how it felt...
WILD THINGS: NOTHING COMPARES 2 WOODPECKERS
Sunday morning I was drinking coffee on my back porch when I heard it: the manic, cartoon villain call of a red-bellied woodpecker. He was up there...
SANDWICH TERNS DIVE TO BEAT THE BAND
I was sitting on the cement wall down at Rest Beach, watching the Sandwich terns, when the band started up. It looked to be a New Orleans-style...
WILD THINGS: PALM WARBLERS, POETS, PROSE
A Palm Warbler in breeding season tends to glow up. The streaks that line the breast and belly sharpen and get more distinct. The breast itself brightens...
WILD THINGS: THE GRAND OLD OSPREY
An osprey does not express his love quietly. He screams it in decibels as sharp as glass shards that carry for miles. He does not proclaim his...
