Last month, I was faced with a difficult decision, one that most birders would envy. Should I seek out breeding Cerulean Warblers at Sterling...

When the alarm clock went off at 3:30 AM Sunday morning I never even heard it. Daisy did though, and awakened me, and our...

Sara’s mother, Ann spent a splendid few days with us last week. I like to call Ann the queen of backyard birding, but she’s...

On Saturday I managed to drag Daisy from bed at 6 am and out the door by 6:30 on our way to some extreme...

When last we left our intrepid heroes, they had just caught a glimpse of the rare and elusive Bicknell’s Thrush. Actually, only Corey, Patrick,...

Bicknell’s Thrush is truly a birder’s bird. Not only is this bird’s picture next to the dictionary definition of the word “drab” but it...

For Part 1 of this two-part poem, click here.  Enjoy! At one-forty AM the alarm clock buzzed me awake. That’s horribly early for one...

The journey of a thousand miles or a thousand birds begins with a single step. Coming back from an excursion that felt like it...