House wars: Pale-billed Woodpecker vs. White-fronted Parrots

While we were staying at the resort, Crystal Paradise in Belize last year, Steve and I were in the outdoor dining area chatting with some of the other birders staying at the resort when all… Continue reading

Okay, call me lazy. But I prefer canoeing over walking.

I hate walking. And that was before I had my accident last year. To be a really good birder, in my opinion, you need to be willing to stand for long periods of… Continue reading

About 800 miles off course

“It’s a birding mecca!” exclaimed my husband Steve when he suggested we go to Point Pelee National Park in Ontario. It would be our first birding adventure since my broken ankle accident in… Continue reading

You say “bird watching” and I say “birding.” (Well, now I do.)

So I find the love of my life who ends up being a birder and I become one too. Sorta.  And then I find out there are all sorts of birders around me.… Continue reading

Lens Envy

When I first was dragged started going out in the field birding with my husband I carried a Kodak point-and-shoot camera. Steve would point out a bird to me and “click!” I’d take the picture… Continue reading

Celestun and the “bottomless passion of mosquitos”

Ahhhh, Celestun. Celestun is on the Gulf of Mexico side of the Yucatan Peninsula where the water is emerald green. It was one of our stops on our honeymoon and you get there… Continue reading

Birding on our honeymoon

When we were planning our two-week honeymoon to Mexico three years ago I was thinking about lounging around on the beach and spending a lot of together time watching sunsets, eating Mexican food… Continue reading

Birding at Antelope Island

One of our favorite places to go birding in Utah is Antelope Island, which is smack dab in the middle of the Great Salt Lake. I had lived here 12 years and it… Continue reading

This is how it all happened.

It’s a modern but old-fashioned story, really. I lived in the U.S. and he, a Canadian, was living in Dundee, Scotland going to school. We were both (ahem) older. He was in his… Continue reading