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
Nature is a highly distracting element of my life. Last week I found myself standing in the middle of a city street in Seattle. A Merlin was running loops around a plethora of irate crows, jays, flickers, and robins overhead. The person who drove up,… Read More
Seasons are built to move fast. Drag yourself through the early mornings for months, but one day wake to realize you’ve missed beating the sunrises, standing in still, frosty mornings, trunks towering, grass glistening. Nothing envelops being like the quiet of a morning chorus with… Read More
Migration happens once every year. And then again maybe 6 months later. Really it depends on an number of factors, but around here, starting in late July and extending through late September many birds are on the move away from their breeding grounds. Some are… Read More
The Cactus Wren is the state bird of Arizona, but that is probably the least interesting of designations. More importantly it is also a member of one of the largest genera of wrens Campylorhynchus, dominating both in size and number of species (the largest, Giant… Read More
As the nighthawks fly with lazy, yet determined wing beats I know the road to Hart Mountain is approaching. I’ve been greeted by nighthawks here before. I watch them as I turn onto Hart Mountain Road and consider them my welcome home as they wheel… Read More
Drew Wheelan has been doing an incredible job of covering the Deepwater Horizon Oil spill through blogging and video content managed by the American Birding Association. If you ask me, this sort of reporting is more important than almost anything else out there. Not only… Read More
This photo of a Hooded Oriole is an embodiment of enjoying nature. Exploration of living systems is fleeting and one amasses their database for comprehension with repetitious events like this one. At the risk of sounding sentimental or romantic (which I can be, but I… 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
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