This past weekend was so full of birding excursions and great birds that I am having a very difficult time deciding what post to...

It is not every day that a Great Blue Heron tolerates one’s presence from just across a small pond.  But then, it is not...

It rained on Thursday and Friday and again on Saturday.  By Saturday afternoon, not having birded since Charlie’s visit, I didn’t care if I...

Two of the more recognizable butterflies of the northeastern United States were kindly enough to pause in front of my camera lens of late,...

Friday night my parents, Daisy and I enjoyed a baseball game at Shea Stadium, just up the road from my apartment.  The St. Louis...

The shorebird time is upon us.  The time of heat and mud and undying stench.  The time of bloodthirsty mosquitoes and ravenous deer flies. ...

I hoped to see a Black-necked Stilt at the familiar but wonderful Jamaica Bay yesterday, and, well, I did.  It was foraging amid the...

I have not been birding enough lately.  Seriously.  Sure, last weekend we had a nice trip to Suffolk County and the week before that...