WILD THINGS: THE ART OF LISTENING
Elizabeth Bishop most likely started her poem “Florida” before she ever came to Key West, when she’d only visited the Gulf Coast. She probably finished it some...
Wild Things: One of nature’s greatest malcontents
The belted kingfisher was making a series of runs down the moat at Fort Zach, complaining pretty much every time it flapped along the outside of the...
WILD THINGS: HAWKS & CHICKENS, PREDATORS & PREY
It is difficult, as a birder, to think about chickens – or at least to know how to think about chickens properly. Is there a right way...
WILD THINGS: A CATEGORY 5 MEGA-RARITY
I’d just watched three or four videos about how to properly tape drop handlebars on a bicycle, which apparently gets really tricky around the brake levers.
I felt...
WILD THINGS: TURKEY VULTURES AND THE SWEET SPOT FOR STINK
The turkey vulture swooped low over the moat at Fort Zach, and I raised my camera because I knew it was going to shoot back up again...
WILD THINGS: THERE AREN’T ENOUGH WORDS FOR BLUE
Indigo buntings don’t have a particularly distinctive shape. They’re round little things about the height and weight of a pack of cigarettes with a modest but sturdy...
WILD THINGS: WAYWARD PIRATES FROM FOREIGN LANDS
I guess I’ve seen flycatchers that you could call swashbuckling. The gray kingbirds that will be returning over the next few weeks to stake out their territories...
WILD THINGS: EXTREMELY LOUD AND VERY HIGH UP
There was no path up the mountain. They had to hire some local field workers to create one with machetes, which was fine with the field workers....
