WILD THINGS: LITTLE BROWN BIRDS AND THE ROLE OF ROCKING
A northern waterthrush is the color of root beer. It’s the color of the Danish modern couch my parents brought back from Germany when they lived there,...
WILD THINGS: GETTING SLIPPED A MISSISSIPPI KITE
The sequence of events was this: I was riding my bike through the cemetery, I saw a couple of birds, I got a Toni Basil song stuck...
WILD THINGS: ASK THE BIRD GEEK
What happened to the parrots that used to fly around Old Town and eat mangoes? — Banyan Tree Amy
I’m not sure when you moved here, but when...
WILD THINGS: RECENT MIGRATIONS
There was a small flock of red-winged blackbirds up in the casuarinas over by East Martello. They looked to be all female, but they kept moving around....
WILD THINGS: ON TATTLERS & KARMIC STANCES
I’ve done stupider things, but driving north on U.S. 1 on Fantasy Fest Friday to chase a bird, when I knew I was just going to have...
WILD THINGS: A MISGUIDED HAWK
It is an odd thing, sitting around, waiting for a bird to poop, but that’s exactly what I was doing, and what I had been doing for...
WILD THINGS: MORE TALES OF THE GRAY-TAILED TATTLER
It’s both a truism and a cliche that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results. For instance, when...
WILD THINGS: LOITERING WITH INTENT, 7 MINUTES AT A TIME
The sky above the parking lot at the Key West Tropical Forest & Botanical Garden was an empty arena of blue, rimmed by tall trees. The tallest...
WILD THINGS: BACKYARD DOVE DRAMA
You couldn’t tell Tony Soprano just by looking at him. You had to wait until he started acting like a jerk. Usually this involved him running headfirst...
WILD THINGS: A FIELD GUIDE TO FIELD GUIDES
Birdwatching, at its core, is pretty simple. All you really need are a pair of binoculars and a field guide. As with any enthusiasm, there are plenty...
