Icelandic Nursery
Nestled in this wild, ever-changing land, is a creche for baby birds.
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.
At the top of the cliffside the sky is filled with spectacular Red-billed Tropicbirds with their long streamer tails. They fly like fairies, gliding and swooping with their aerial acrobatics.
And here we are in Trinidad…where a bus full of revelers parks right next to our search for a bird.
All of a sudden a big flock of Scarlet Ibis fills the sky and swoops into the trees to roost. This goes on for the next 20 minutes as more flocks come in.
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
Steve would often ask, “Did you see it?” and I would just nod. I think he knew I was lying.