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,...

Emily Dickinson is one of the first poets I can remember admiring. I’m not sure whether it was her near rhymes, her life story,...

I’ve been on the road quite a bit lately, enjoying outstanding avifauna in the process. This gets one to thinking about how inextricably travel...

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...