I spent a lot of my career driving Jeeps, pickup trucks, and Forerunners on rough roads. Normally everything goes fine. Sometimes, through absolutely no fault of my own, I get myself into trouble. A resident biologist warned me not to drive the two-track roads of the area he managed in the after a rainstorm, but …
Big Bend is too big to see in a day, or even in a weekend. The park is so large and varied that by the time you finish seeing the whole thing you would have to start all over again at the beginning to remember. That said, even a few days of birding there are …
After everyone said their goodbyes, the training week was done, and my latest field season with the Bird Conservancy had finally started. I was a horse with the bit in my teeth, a sighthound let off the leash, a falcon launching myself off the wrist. It had been 6 years since I last worked as …
Birders are weird. For one thing, they’re reckless drivers. One moment they’ll be happily toddling along the road, the next they’ll yank their steering wheel to the side and rummage around for the binoculars that are wedged into the cupholders of the car because they spotted a raptor on a telephone wire. For another, they …