Bryan's Posts About Birdwatching
My Fading Serenade
My essay, published Sunday in The Boston Globe, about aging as a field biologist — and finding new ways to save wildlife and wild places on a damaged planet.
Finding respite from suburbia, in suburbia, within a flock of swallows on the wing. Oh, and some friendly advice for over-eager birdwatchers and photographers.
Say what you will about the coronavirus tragedy — and I need not add to the dialogue here — but it seems to be good for gull-watching.
Geese, Gulls and Owls
Three celebrations of “stick season” — in black, white and gray: the eruption of Snow Geese here in Vermont and in New York, the anticipation of Snowy Owls from the Arctic, and the joys of watching gulls during my online workshop on November 20.
When Songbirds Fall to Earth
Delivered from the fog, the grace and irony of tired warblers feeding at my feet on Monhegan Island, Maine.
The Falcon and the Flycatcher
Here on Monhegan Island, a flycatcher dies in a falcon’s grip, and then falls gracefully to earth.
What’s Next: Warblers
I am grateful that the leaves are taking their time arriving this spring. That’s because the warblers are coming. Well, actually, the warblers are already here. So please see them — now.
The Forecast Calls for Finches
Finches and other visitors from the far north have already begun to show up in New England and northern tier states. And the forecast is for more of them. Lots more.
My Extra Hour in Nature
When the rest of America turns back its clocks this weekend, I’ll begin my plan to bend time and claim one wild and precious hour.
Snowy Owl Alert
Snowy Owls are now turning up in New England, Quebec, Ontario, Michigan and across central Canadian provinces. I’ll be tracking the migration for you this winter on the Snowy Owl Scoop.
A Flock of Sunrises and a Singular Sunset on Monhegan Island
Yes, the dawn can glow through the fog on Monhegan Island. But these sunrises were tiny warblers, glimmering for us birdwatchers in hues of red, orange, yellow, bay, blue and green.
The Death of a Hummingbird
In the struggle for existence, here’s a loser. Or so it would seem. I found this Costa’s Hummingbird on Saturday, already gone, in the riparian zone along the Colorado River in Yuma, Arizona.