Gideon B. Smith of Baltimore, Maryland, was not really a birder.  Nor was he an ornithologist.  He was into silkworms, and made much of...

We birders birders on the eastern half of the continent are quite familiar with the ubiquitous Northern Parula, whose buzzy song is often one...

We birders north of Mexico used to have a parrot to call our own, a sun-faced, spike tailed jewel called the Carolina Parakeet that...

I think most of us in North America have come to the somewhat disappointing conclusion that fall migration is pretty much finished for the...

When I was a kid, my dad called them “flying stoagies”, something he picked up from an old ornithology professor.  I always thought it...

There was a time, a few years back, when I had some really good luck getting on a run of first state records for...

I’ve been birding for nearly 2/3 of my life and, until this past weekend, I’d never even sniffed a Yellow-bellied Flycatcher.  For a long...

The verdant Appalachian Mountains, North America’s concerned forehead, stretch from the northern parts of Georgia all the way to the fir covered forests of...