Learning patience while birding in Maui
The fog couldn’t make up its mind as it hovered Haleakalā National Park intermittently. It was there and then it wasn’t and it was frustrating me to no end. So we sat there… Continue reading
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A Last Day at Antelope Island
I also posted this on my other blog, Baby Aspirin Years. I felt that it should live on both blogs. (Apologies if you subscribe to both.) It’s the last day of 2012. There… Continue reading
Finding birds on O’ahu, Hawaii
The first time I went to Hawaii with my husband, Steve (the true birder in the family), I thought we’d see loads of fantastic birds. Why wouldn’t we? It’s warm and tropical and… Continue reading
A date, a smelly lake and a pair of binoculars changed my world.
Oddly, most people I know in Salt Lake City don’t visit the Great Salt Lake for which the city is named. It wasn’t until Steve, my boyfriend from Toronto, dragged me to the… Continue reading
Aloha to the Pacific Golden Plover
When you travel over 6000 miles non stop, of course you want your own patch of grass. Actually, you deserve it. This deserving avian wonder is the Pacific Golden Plover (or Hawai’ian Kolea)—a petite… Continue reading
This is what Antelope Island looks like in October
It was quiet and the Great Salt Lake was as still as glass. I may have counted about four cyclists on the whole island, and there weren’t a whole lot of cars. Most… Continue reading
This is how I ended up becoming a birder
When I was a little girl my mother gave me a sticker book for my birthday that was all about birds. I don’t remember much about it except the Chickadee. I learned that… Continue reading
Naked Germans and screaming monkeys make birding in Tikal exciting!
Well, the birds are exciting too. It’s just that I didn’t plan on the naked Germans in our hotel pool and the screaming spider monkeys that were terrified out of their minds while… Continue reading
Life at Crooked Tree in Belize
Tired. Exhausted. Dirt under my fingernails. More than my share of mosquito bites. We were on our way to the airport in Belize to go home after our two-week adventure. Our first week… Continue reading
A Warbler Conspiracy
It was April 2010 when Steve and I were canoeing down the Macal River in Belize and where I saw my first Prothonotary Warbler. Eric, our guide, excitedly pointed out the colorful yellow… Continue reading