In Praise of Grass

The bobolink, a songbird, is one of the stars of these habitats. About the size of a sparrow, the male bobolink is mostly black with a striking top half of black and white and a yellow patch on the back of his neck resembling a pulled-down hood.

Second Fiddle

These March evenings I am straining my ears to hear the spring peepers as they call and signal that spring is around the corner. But there is another local frog who often plays second fiddle to the notorious peepers as a harbinger of spring.

Bumblebees Buzz On

Back when the kids were still living under our roof, for much of the spring we would have a bumblebee that would fly back and forth in front of our house close to the windows. We nicknamed her Babbity Bumble.

Water, Water, Anywhere

As I write this, a mourning dove is taking a sip from a puddle in our driveway. His red legs look sharp against the water, and he seems to be really enjoying this impromptu water hole.

Beauty in the Canopy

I know exactly where I was when I saw my first scarlet tanager. I had been visiting my grandmother in Glastonbury and had spent the day exploring the brook and the ruins of the old gunpowder mill which was later used to process cotton, both around the corner from her house.