Birds

The Methodical Hunt of Red-Tailed Hawks

Treading water on an early morning swim and looking up to sky, I observed a pair of red-tailed hawks moving across the landscape in a coordinated hunt.  It was an impressive display, with one hawk working to spook prey into revealing themselves and the other perched nearby ready to pounce on the unsuspecting victim.  A…

Birds | Culture | Garden and Home | Learning

Return of Wonder

“Wonder dies and is replaced by boredom, as we develop language and words and concepts. Then hopefully, if we’re lucky, we’ll return to wonder again.” – Anthony de Mello, Awakening The hummingbirds work their way across the mounds of honeysuckle in turns. One fills up and flies off and another takes its place. The vine…

Birds | Music | Travel

The Sound of Familiar

“I hope you’re haunted by the music of my soul When I’m gone” – Greg Allman, My Only True Friend There is what feels like a thousand Black-capped Chickadees living in the holly bush next to my deck. They’re the state bird of both neighboring Massachusetts and Maine. New Hampshire, sitting between these two states,…

Birds | Learning | Music | Seasons

Spring Chorus At The Edge

It began with a White-Throated Sparrow, with its extraordinary high-pitched song. It likely wasn’t the first singer of the morning, but it was the first to draw my attention. Soon I was sitting outside in the cold, dim light, sipping coffee and wondering at the divisi chorus rising with the lux level. I’m no expert…

Birds | Poetry

Memories, Kept Secretly

“What we are given is taken away, but we manage to keep it secretly. We lose everything, but make harvest of the consequence it was to us.” – Jack Gilbert, “Moreover” The Carolina Wrenn has been singing to me all winter. I thought he might have gone south to try the dating scene down there,…

Birds | Lifestyle

Defer or Dance?

“Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.” – Seneca The other night I was walking alone on the street.  Except I wasn’t alone at all.  Two great horned owls were calling out to each other high in the pine trees, moving silently in a dance of their own around…