Birders dream of witnessing a fallout. This past April my husband’s dream came true.
Finding a Great Blue Heron rookery on the edge of town in Rockport, Texas.
It was on the beautiful beach of Yelapa where I caused bad luck to crash down on me the moment I uttered the words to Christina. It was my first time in the… Continue reading
All I could envision was my body flung over the side of a fishing vessel, throwing up into the water as we bobbed up and down in the ocean. I had read all… Continue reading
“I’m sad,” I said to Steve. “Why?” he asked. “Because I lived here and never knew to look for birds.” This was Day 2 of our trip to the Bay Area, where… Continue reading
“It’s like going to the gym. You gotta do it and put in the work.” That was Andrew, our instructor explaining to our class of five that if we’re going to get good… Continue reading
The alternating red and white paper picador with their intricate cut outs, fluttered in the breeze. They were streamed on a line that led directly to the door of the Iglesia de San… Continue reading
Yes, I hang around sewage facilities with binoculars. You already know that my husband dragged me to a landfill on our honeymoon in Mexico so we could find the Lesser Yellow-headed Vulture. My… Continue reading
The birding portion of our trip to Panama was coming to a close and we finished our final day by visiting Canopy Tower—a former radar tower built by the US in 1965 to defend… Continue reading
In the thick of the tropical forest of Pipeline Road is the Panama Rainforest Discovery Center. It is here where you will pay your entry fee to use the tower, but it’s… Continue reading