France: A path forward
It had been over an hour of tripping, with thorny branches pulling and tugging on me and I was horrified by Frédéric’s bloody legs. I’d had enough of this hike.
It had been over an hour of tripping, with thorny branches pulling and tugging on me and I was horrified by Frédéric’s bloody legs. I’d had enough of this hike.
We enjoyed our last picnic in the shade by the Orbieu river where both a Golden Oriole and Hoopoe took turns serenading us. This would be the last time I’d enjoy one of Dominique’s fantastic Mediterranean salads.
Each breakfast, Dominique greeted us with her sing-songy, “Bon jour!” It’s the way I want to wake up every morning, I decided. With a song and a croissant. As we drove to our… Continue reading
We were a small band of birders in the South of France. Joining Steve and me was another couple, Ann and Brian, from the U.K., and they were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.… Continue reading
It wasn’t until I took a bite of creamy brie at our first picnic on this birding tour that I knew it was real. We were finally in France. We booked a birding… Continue reading
“It was too dangerous,” Steve said. “We’ll try tomorrow.” I was relieved as everyone piled back in and we headed back for a two-hour drive back to Önundarfjörður, where we were staying for the next couple nights.
These terns have come a long way to get here, and they are nesting in Iceland and nearby Greenland.
Nestled in this wild, ever-changing land, is a creche for baby birds.
We were supposed to be birding in France last year, but two weeks before we were to leave for Paris the world shut down as COVID-19 rapidly exploded around the world. It stung… Continue reading
We skulk around a dense, shadowy forested area where there is no path, moving limbs and vines out of our way. It’s a little precarious leaving the security of a trail.