Cross-country skiing offers a time for reflecting on the power of friction, and a chance for mother and son to take on hopes and dreams for 2016–if we are willing to swing the bat.
On this Christmas Eve day of giving when so many people, including me, are dashing about for…
In the pre-dawn hours, we watch their shadowy forms on the shallow waters of the Rio Grande…
(Written on October 30th, early morning) When your day starts with a 4 a.m. beach walk under…
“O magic sleep! O comfortable bird . That broodest o’er the troubled sea of the mind Till it…
I’m attuned to the call of kingfishers. Listen! There it is now. Yes, the call sounds somewhat…
(Note: This photo of a kingfisher chick about to fledge from a hole I watched for the nesting…
I met Steve Cary on August 19. It happened like this. I had decided to check out…
In the ornithological world, bird names change often. To the horror of baseball and bird fans alike, taxonomists…
I’m not much of a church goer. If I claim any religious background, it’s the Society of…
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