Wordless Wednesday

Stud Muffin

Beech Road Bird Walk

With only a cursory look at the shoreline, we headed off to the woods with its inviting green blush of tiny leaves.  The light shining through was translucent and limey, like a long drink of a margarita on a hot day-tangy, refreshing, relaxing but a little exciting too.  As we birded along the road leading [...]

Wordless Wednesday

A Thoreau Quote for Earth Day

I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.
Henry David Thoreau

Talkin’ Turkey

How do they always gobble in unison? It is not like they have a 1,2,3. Go signal….

Thursday Morning Bird Walks

I lagged behind; dazzled by fuzzy willow catkins glowing in the pale morning light while the rest of the group went ahead. It was a cold but not frosty morning on Beech Road. Monksville Reservoir was flat and still with only one boat of fisherman tucked against the far bank. It was [...]

Wordless Wednesday

Birding in the Rain

I’m birding in the rain
Just birding in the rain
What a glorious feelin’
To see warblers again.
Ok, it was just a passing thought, as I stood in the 40-degree drizzle looking up at dozens of Palm Warblers and Yellow-rumps and 6 or 7, maybe even 10, kinglets (they were everywhere the warblers were. Their ruby crowns [...]

Confessions of a Roadkill Voyeur

WARNING: THIS IS A DISGUSTING POST.
“Don’t Look.” “Don’t Look.” “Don’t Look.”
‘possum.
I don’t know what it is about road kill, but I am compelled to look at it. Nay, even worse, I am compelled to try and identify it. It is a disgusting habit. I try to control myself when there [...]