“Birds have wings” is the saying. Birds show up in remarkable places, and we don’t always understand why or how. Some patterns of vagrancy are slowly becoming more clear- moving North insteadRead More…

Quit Betsy had flown in from Chicago. Matt was from somewhere else that was distant, and I had driven two hours South from where I was visiting my snowbirding parents. The oneRead More…

Rachel and Sam and I had been driving all morning looking for migratory waterfowl when the phone buzzed…  “PINK FOOTED GOOSE seen three minutes ago… eight minutes away!”  The tiny little engineRead More…

Dave motioned for quiet as we approached the nest box in his back yard.  When he got to the spruce tree the box was attached to, he reached out and gently scratchedRead More…

Jays are “just right” birds.  They aren’t the twittery little puffballs that sew dresses for Cinderella.  At the same time, they don’t have the “Game of Thrones” pluck-your-eyeball-from-your-skull attitude of their largerRead More…