I had a bizarre encounter with a heron Friday…
I find it comforting to see a lot of birds with ‘common’ in their name…
Walking in the rain is exactly my type of rebellion. By that I mean it isn’t rebellious at all…
Long before I reach the trail, clear across the parking lot, I hear chickadees calling to one another…
Likewise, the nuthatches have sent their children off into the world…
I saw three or four tufted titmice today. They reminded me of my mom, these small, cute, blue-gray birds that she loves so…
I am at work. Amelia is at home. Our son is at daycare. Today is the first day for all three…
The glorious days of paternity leave are fading to dusk. I’m trying to convince myself that working part time is a great way to ease back into things…
Until the Cooper’s hawk came, the day was long and slow as only these sweltering days when summer should be over can be…
When we stepped under the white roof, a barn swallow darted out, a rush of blue and orange, alighting on one of the tent stakes, shaking off the rain…
I never expected that I would look forward to hanging out in parking lots, but I’ve really been looking forward to hanging out in this parking lot…