
How to Get Close to Birds
Think back to when you were interested in befriending another kid in high school.
Exploration and insights into re-wilding your yard, neighborhood, and spirit.
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Think back to when you were interested in befriending another kid in high school.

I bargained up my new book designer.

What a small dark berry taught me about bringing the birds back

A Cardinal came close while I was picking peaches, and completely ignored me

Two instruments have shaped everything we know about night migration, and both of them miss most of what crosses. A new way of watching is beginning to change that.

I pull up behind a line of cars and park in a gravel lot by Lake Evergreen, my kayak in tow.

As the Martin House slides down the pole, the air fills with a purple cloud, birds swirling above drenching us in liquid warbles and down-slurred whistles.

I bend and push a stem aside, and there, low in the shade, is a heavy cluster of ripe berries.

The sunflower seeds rattle against steel and wood, an avian dinner bell.

You hear them before you see the water.

I set up for a four-hour bird sit, hoping a crowd of kids would walk over from the festival to watch birds with me.

The tree no one planted

On being considered by wild birds

We approached Magee Marsh in a long line of slow-moving vehicles that came to a halt for no apparent reason.

We carry their names all winter:

The asparagus spears snapped in my hands.

Graceful trees line the shallow riffling water of Sugar Creek — Black Walnut, Cottonwood, Mulberry.

The Quieter Side of Seeing

Beauty Metabolizing Beauty

We sense there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and the animals and the ants — perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother’s womb.

Even a wild boar