Today is the sort of day I could live forever…

I had a bizarre encounter with a heron Friday…

I find it comforting to see a lot of birds with ‘common’ in their name…

Long before I reach the trail, clear across the parking lot, I hear chickadees calling to one another…

Is a name a good enough reason to love a bird?

It’s duck season!

The world has changed again…

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…

I loved a bird today; it reminded me of home…

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…

I never spent much time outside when I was young…

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…

Today is ruled by the wind…

Fortunately, birds reward richly any attention we can give them, even when slight…

Is it a kind of grace that even an apocalypse can be beautiful?

Rain is falling, gray bars which imprison us inside, but I have a raincoat which works just fine…

Today is exactly the peaceful, unremarkable, even forgettable day I wanted to celebrate on Tuesday…