So it’s true what they say about Georgia dirt. It’s raining hard right now, and the sticky mud is robin’s-breast red.
With no books at hand, I have to quote Peterson from faulty memory about “an Eastern Phoebe so stained by red Georgia clay as to resemble [a Say's].” Not quite that bad here yet, but [...]

Urban birding has its own special appeal, but less so when it’s somebody else’s city, and even less when the locals drive as if their licenses weren’t worth the paper they’re photocopied on. Never mind: my little rental Mitsubishi and I set off anyway in search of a reported Common Redpoll not too far from [...]

The great composers have their WoO, works without an opus number; birders have their OoH, birds seen out of habitat. Today, though, it’s not the birds but me, a couple of thousand miles out of range and marveling at the density of the forests, the chill in the air, and the birds at the feeders.
Alison’s [...]

Few are the birders who can write and paint with equal skill. Julie Zickefoose has long been among my favorites, and Letters from Eden, with its thoughtful prose and fine images, is certain to cement her reputation as one of North America’s best birding writers and painters.
Letters from Eden is handsomely and carefully produced, in [...]

It’s always a good sign and a bad sign when I show up for a puddlewatch and find that an accipiter has beat me to it: a good sign because it means that there are birds around, a bad sign because it means that they will likely be even more skittish than usual. So it [...]