Some names conjure visions of such reckless tropical adventure that one might grow dizzy just to hear, let alone speak them. Ixpanpajul. Swinging through...

When discussing my birding plans for Sunday with some New Yorkers I was met with blank stares, queries about my sanity, and outright derision....

So there I was in Guatemala, where it’s cool to eat cookies before dawn. A murderer’s row of local and international scientists, conservationists, guides,...

This morning I woke up at the crack of dawn and was in Forest Park, binoculars and camera at the ready, when the first...

So there I was in Guatemala, where the living is easy. Our motley crew of American, Guatemalan, and British birders abandoned the sweet pine...

So there I was in Guatemala, where the people are good looking and the coffee is strong. The highlands birding of the previous evening...

After a grueling ordeal yesterday, which involved loading the contents of my third floor, two-bedroom apartment in Albany into a ginormous U-haul truck, driving...

Have you ever started your day knowing that the word “mundane” just wasn’t going to apply? That’s how I felt this morning when I...