A quick note: for those of you haven’t donated yet, my big day was in support of Seattle Audubon. This money is for a general fund but continues programs like Birdwatch, the high school group I volunteer with and have blogged about. Please consider pledging… Read More
The day was unusually clear, a bite to the air and bare deciduous limbs the only reminders of the season. We stood at the mouth of the Elwa River, watching the sanguine sunrise over the Strait of Juan de Fuca and Vancouver Island disappearing into… Read More
It’s been a year since I left for an adventure in Southeast Asia. With the extremely tardy completion of a small book I made for those who supported my Kickstarter campaign for the trip, I started feeling like I’d never be on the road again.… Read More
Who the hell set my alarm for 3 AM? Right. That was me. Four hours later I was in Ephrata, Washington, doubting my sanity. There were two cars in our caravan. Five demented birders. We had about twelve hours of driving from Seattle, Washington to… Read More
A far parcel of Oregon houses a lasting corner of my imagination. Down a seemingly endless road of silty dust, potholes, and bovine distressed shrub steppe, I find myself at a gate in late May. It keeps happening every year now. No sign of nearby… Read More
Simone, a large number of our cohorts, and I are off to the Malheur Bird Observatory for Memorial Day weekend. It’s a tradition upheld by Steve Herman, seeing as he is the proud owner of the observatory. So – down to Central Oregon for the… Read More
(When I go on week long trips, see massive amounts, and come back with a lot to say, brevity goes out the door. I appreciate all my readers, however few, and I promise shorter entries in the future. However, I hope you enjoy my notes… Read More
In case it hasn’t been clear just yet, Navopatia is a coastal locale. Let your imagination meander and I imagine you’ll arrive at common local vocation. Fishing. The fringe benefit for visiting naturalists and birders are the many boats ready for hire. Tino, who lives… Read More
Drops of water kept falling on my face. I tried to roll over and cover up with my sleeping bag but instead nuzzled a pool collected at a low spot on the floor of my tent. Cactus Wrens churred away and Curve-billed Thrashers whistled their… Read More
We didn’t have nearly enough snow this year. Driving through the Okanogan Valley, that’s about all I could think of. I could follow the trunks of apple trunks groundward with no obstructing snow. It could have been an early autumnal foray. But it was January.… Read More
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