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...
WILD THINGS: BUSHWHACKED BY EXUBERANCE
Giddiness can sneak up on you. When it does, it often makes me think of that James Taylor line, “Ain’t it just like a...
WILD THINGS: A CATTLE EGRET IN THE LAND OF NO CATTLE
The sky was a giant blue bowl, inverted and empty. I couldn’t even find a turkey vulture. Where could they all possibly have gone?...
WILD THINGS: THE GREAT WHITE HERON — A QUESTIONABLE BIRD
The great white heron came in fast and loud, wings half folded, pushed by a tailwind, letting out a raspy dysphonic squawk right before...
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...
