It’s been awhile since I last decided to write about a birding excursion in verse so I figured it...

Why not put a birding adventure into verse? And at the end of this doggerel look for a link...

New York still languishes on the icier edge of the Ides of March, but flocks of eager American Robins...

This month’s evocative avian verse comes from American author and poet, Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933). Her poem, Dusk...

I was thinking of writing a poem in honor of the Bobolink, to memorialize its place as #278 on...