Bryan's Posts About Vermont
Life Expressed in Flight, Poetry and Music
At long last, we here in the north will launch into spring next week. I’ll celebrate with two events. I hope to see you at either one — or both. You’ll encounter butterflies, birds, poetry and music.
Getting Gulls – My Presentation in Montpelier on December 21
You want elegance on the wing? Audacity on the beach? You gotta get with gulls. I hope to see you for this presentation in Montpelier on Thursday, December 21.
Snowy Owls Arrive
As I had predicted, the Arctic came visiting this past weekend. Snowy Owls were discovered in Vermont, Maine, Massachusetts and elsewhere across the northern U.S.
Getting Goosed This Autumn
In the angled light and wide open spaces of the Champlain Valley this autumn, I suggest that you get goosed.
A Eulogy for Coffee Corner
Another diner died on Sunday — Coffee Corner in my home city of Montpelier. Without Coffee Corner, Montpelier will still be the greatest city on Earth. But it will never be the same city.
A Poem for April
One of only two poems I have ever written. Yeah, April is that compelling.
Now that Snow Geese are returning to Vermont, track the migration with my 2016 Snow Goose Scoop. It’s one-stop shopping for the great white goose show.
Going Wild This Thursday in Thetford
Meet me at Thetford Academy this Thursday, April 14, at 7PM to explore the frontiers of the American backyard — and beyond.
Get Goosed This Weekend
If you haven’t seen the snows of autumn, this weekend should be a good bet for getting goosed. In the December warmth, thousands of Snow Geese continue to flock and fly in Vermont and New York
Backgrounder: Where Are the Snow Geese?
The latest news on why you may — or may not — find Snow Geese here in Vermont or New York.
Merlins: Murder, Mayhem and Magnificence Now Flying Near You
Like a cross between a cruise missile and a T-Rex, they are flying and killing machines. For more than a week, particularly here in Montpelier, they’ve been flying and killing over Vermont. And at this moment, most of you are probably not too far from a Merlin. Here’s how to find one.
Hillary and Me
Hillary Clinton’s Secret Service agents were on to me. I knew it the moment one of them began talking into a microphone hidden in his sleeve. As I maneuvered through a crowd toward Hillary, two agents advanced on me. “If you don’t leave now,” one of them, the tall one, the scary one, said politely, “we’ll take you out of here.”