I don’t know what those so-called meteorologists are doing: they all claim a moderately cold morning, but do not say a word about the...

I am fluent in bird. I can tell what bird territory boundaries are in my neighborhood or when an American Robin has spotted a...

This may come as a surprise and it is sure to rock the stocks, yet it is an inevitable consequence of recent developments and a logic...

We here in New York City (and in much of the northeastern United States) are dealing with a pretty major cold snap for late...

Boy, do I have news for you. It has come to my attention recently, through the analysis of a chain of peculiar events, that...

Like most birders in the path of Hurricane Irene I couldn’t wait for the storm to arrive and pass because I couldn’t wait to...

Any season is good for looking for birds if you have the right mindset. Sure, in many locations spring and autumn are the highlights...

It’s hot.  Really hot. Sticky hot.  Painfully hot. Fried-egg-on-a-sidewalk hot.  Hate-the-sun hot. Disgustingly hot. Wander-the-apartment-in-just-underwear hot.  In other words, it is once again summer...