The Sound of a Western Grebe Tapping…a story of rescue and gratitude
Note– I wrote this on October 16th –an unexpected drama amid a solo writing retreat at Cape…
“The place to observe nature is where you are.”– John Burroughs, Signs and Seasons Peregrination is my…
Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
Even a lover of ancient forests likes being on top of the world. Lingering on Mount June, I watch turkey vultures tipping wings at eye-level. The month of June is prime time for wildflowers, warblers, and verdant beauty in every shade of green. Oregon Wild’s Chandra LeGue and I bask in the Hardesty Mountain Roadless Area, the largest wild place within an hour of Eugene and Springfield at about 8,000 acres.
A North Carolina kayaking journey leads to an inner sanctum of bald cypress trees living for more…
This past Tuesday, I joined the weekly “Birding-by-Ear” walk in Sawyer Park by the Deschutes River in…
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…
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