What’s Fluttering my Feathers?

It’s not the wind that’s fluttering Wendell’s feathers… It’s not a bad case of Bed Head… It’s not even cold … More

The Sad Fate of Runaway Sneaks

When a sneaker runs off, it may be sunshine and smiles for a bit, but our countryside is littered with … More

Sometimes a flower is such a model of perfection that I can’t help recording every part of it—and the bottom-up … More

Ever since I put up a suet feeder, it’s been mobbed by Blue Jays, Carolina Wrens, Downy Woodpeckers and White … More

Otis the Great Blue Heron is such a handsome git that I reach for my camera every time he comes … More

I’m not sure what Oscar the Osprey just brought —merely his care and love?—but it’s plain he and his mate … More

Same story and same place as part I—we’re under the boardwalk on a cloudless April afternoon. This time, the camera … More

Mid April. High fifties Fahrenheit. Ten mph. Out here on the beach are two parties. One guy with a camera. … More

In the course of greeting Otis (Sitting on the Dock of the Bay) the great Blue Heron, I was fortunate … More

As promised, here’s the conclusion of the Gaffer Gander vs. Otis the Great Blue Heron Turf War, showing what happens … More