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...
WILD THINGS: AN EYE ON THE SPARROW WHEN THE GOING GETS NARROW
It is important, I believe, to allow yourself to be dumb about certain things, to permit yourself to wallow in the hazy comfort of...
WILD THINGS: GOOD LIGHT AND THE RUMP-SHAKING TEETER-BOB
The front came in fast on Sunday, like a bad mood. I was driving home on North Roosevelt and suddenly everything was divided between...
WILD THINGS: OSPREY CAN YOU SEE
o throw the anchor first, and get a good look at whoever was doing the staring afterward.
We were at Destroyer Key, sometimes called Split...
WILD THINGS: WHERE THERE’S A WILLET…
The second bird of the new year was an osprey, a proper bird, singing his piercing ultra-falsetto song of love somewhere over the new...
