We’re in the midst of summer, the time when the rattle of cicadas drowns out all but the most persistent bird song.
I did spend some time at the Outer Banks in North Carolina and was able to snag a couple of new birds for the year.
New Birds for July!
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death —Walt Whitman The largest living organism is a fungus. While groups of Armillaria ostoyae caps sprout here and there, the vast majority of it lives its life out of human sight, sprawling four square miles under a Pacific Northwest forest floor.
I know things have been quiet on the Big Year front. For the past few months, I’ve taken an unintentionally intentional step back from birding and from writing. This isn’t the time nor the place to dive into the details, but in that distance, I’ve been rolling
It’s been a slow few months on the bird front—summer is like that. The migrants are off making babies, and those that stick around tend towards languidity. I’ve also experienced a certain amount of listlessness when it comes to bird watching. It’s an odd feeling to
Birds, as I’ve learned time and again, don’t care about my schedule. I’ve planned trips, obsessively checked eBird lists, bumped a rental car down paths that are roads in name only, waded through mud, and been over my head in prairie grass—and the birds just aren’