Song Sparrow Sings the Pacific Ocean
I have a confession. There is no hardship in this brief tale of attending to the inventive…
I have a confession. There is no hardship in this brief tale of attending to the inventive…
This is the introduction essay for a series celebrating Oregon Wild’s 50th anniversary and the 60th anniversary…
Driving well below the speed limit, I took a day and a half to cover the 600…
“What would the Juniper hairstreak butterfly do without the tree that bears its name? How about the…
Yesterday, I counted 13 Pygmy Nuthatches on one caged suet block–sending the feeder spinning like a carousel….
As November comes to a close here in Bend, Oregon, I am settling into the shorter days,…
“You can love completely without complete understanding.”—Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories When…
I’m drifting back in time in Drift Creek Wilderness, the largest remaining protected ancient forest in the…
I’m lying on my back on the floor after running headfirst into a window and striking hard…
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