Smith Oaks Rookery
Six years ago I went on a birding bus trip and got to see the Smith Oaks Rookery in High Island, Texas. It was amazing to see of hundreds of giant nests stacked… Continue reading
Six years ago I went on a birding bus trip and got to see the Smith Oaks Rookery in High Island, Texas. It was amazing to see of hundreds of giant nests stacked… Continue reading
Our family tradition is to celebrate holidays a day or two after their real date, so that we can wait and buy the candy for half price. This year for Valentine’s Day, we… Continue reading
This winter I have been very inspired by the work of nature writer Florence A. Merriam. She was the first to write about observing birds alive in the field, rather than relying on… Continue reading
(With thanks to Hyacinth Bucket and her memorable announcements.) (Strictly speaking, some of these are “Marine Entertainments” rather than “Riparian.” ) On Christmas Day, my husband and I went birding on the Texas… Continue reading
In March of 2013, my husband and I took a trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and we took a tour of the National Elk Refuge. I finally got around to editing those photos,… Continue reading
There is a bird up there somewhere. Let me zoom in for you. This is very exciting — this is the 92nd species I have documented on our farm over the last 7… Continue reading
Sometimes as I walk in the woods, I see a tell-tale splash of white on bark and fallen leaves, that tells me a large bird has been roosting in the tree above. Then… Continue reading
For the last few weeks, whenever I walked past a certain thicket, I would hear a Geiger-counter of a scolding start up. I would think that any bird scolding me for encroaching on… Continue reading
Here are the answers to yesterday’s quiz on out-dated bird names, as found in Obsolete English names of North American birds and their modern equivalents, a 1988 US Fish and Wildlife report. (Here… Continue reading
I love complicated and ridiculous bird names — Marbled Godwit, Ruddy Turnstone, and Flammulated Owl are a few of my favorites. But when I am reading very old bird books, I sometimes come… Continue reading