Little Bird

A while back, I was in the field counting murre eggs and nests in windy conditions. The wind wasn’t a problem or anything new; we avoid issues by ducking low to the ground to reduce the impact of the wind and stabilize the scope we use. In those conditions, I Read more…

Changing Seasons

When spring came to Cordova, there were Varied Thrushes whistling like flutes in the trees, Steller’s Jays squawking harshly, Dusky Geese and Trumpeter Swans honking at Eyak Lake, and of course, large flocks of sandpipers and dunlins whirring past on the mud flats of Hartney Bay.  After the nesting period ended Read more…

Rehearsal for owl calls

HONK Immediately, we started giggling. We couldn’t help ourselves. The swan’s honk broke the steady silence of the dark, cold night. We were in a pull-off near Mile 10 on the Copper River Highway and I could see only a few stars speckled here and there in the sky. We Read more…