White-headed Woodpecker – Messenger from Ancient Pines- Comes to our Yard
Last day of April. Last chance to write a second blog of the month. On a morning…
Last day of April. Last chance to write a second blog of the month. On a morning…
The snow drifts, rises, falls, settles, swirls, and becomes one peninsula of birds on Summer Lake Wildlife…
I woke from a dream, convinced that I’d made a discovery. In some language, kingfisher is “kinfisher.”…
When I was a child, I discovered naturalist Sally Carrighar’s books, including One Day at Teton Marsh,…
Canyon Wren song rainbows the morning in a falling arc of three-second beauty, the fluted notes slowing…
Italians are singing from the balconies like birds chorusing springtime renewal. As we, too, face the likelihood…
“The bluish band on the breast of the kingfisher leaves the pure white beneath in the form…
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