When momma calls it’s time for some crawdads
When the adult was nowhere in sight I heard its hen-like kek-kek-kek. She was calling her chicks who popped their heads up to see where she was.
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Leave no stone unturned
The Everglades get all the press. Most folks will turn the direction toward the Everglades off the Florida Turnpike, yet just outside the town of Homestead if you turn the opposite direction you’ll land… Continue reading
Idiot moments in birding
The path we were on was leading us to a pond where we would likely see some good wading birds—essentially anything in the heron family. It’s November and we were at the Key West… Continue reading
Hope is the thing with feathers
We were late. This rare and endangered little hummer only hangs out in the area between December and March and we were there in early April and no one seems to know where it goes for the rest of the year.
There’s nothing wrong with easy birding
There are the lovely, easy days where you get to stroll on a fairly flat trail by a river and come upon a bird you’ve never seen before.
I take more photos of birds when I’m not suffering
It was still dark as we loaded our gear into the van. Guayaquil, Ecuador is steamy even at 5:30 in the morning and I was already sweating. I lifted myself into the van… Continue reading
Strip birding. Because sometimes you have to.
After a very cold morning around 14,000 feet elevation we drove for several hours down to sea level to spend the next several days birding along the Ecuadorian coast. I went from wearing… Continue reading
High again
It might be a little like giving birth, I suppose, though I’ve never given birth. The saying goes that women forget all the labor pains and pregnancy woes and will go through it… Continue reading
Look or shoot?
When I first began birding with my husband I was carrying around a little point-and-shoot Kodak camera. Steve had the binoculars and I was tagging along as he explained the basics of bird… Continue reading
Just try and stop me from seeing the Waved Albatross
He told me to go back. Twice. “You can’t do this,” the naturalist had told me on his second attempt to dissuade me. “You have to keep up with the group.” “No, I’m not going… Continue reading