August, 2009

Lesson of the Red Fox

August 28, 2009 | 1
Lesson of the Red Fox

Just as we approached the fox again, it STOMPED its front paws onto an unlucky rat, lifted the rodent in its mouth, and start munching on its flesh! Killer “ooohs” and “aaahs” and “gotta call Dads!” issued from the backseat.

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Birding With Kids: The Raw, Unfiltered Truth

August 25, 2009 | 12
Birding With Kids: The Raw, Unfiltered Truth

I’m ALL FOR getting kids inspired by nature, but as I’ve said before, here at Birds, Words, & Websites, I’m all about the truth. Therefore, I must beg you to consider the raw, unfiltered reality of birding with kids before you attempt this yourself.

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Where Birding Meets the iPhone

August 24, 2009 | 4
Where Birding Meets the iPhone

A quick note here to let you know that my latest article, a fun story covering seven ways the iPhone enhances my birding, can be found in the October issue of Birder’s World.

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The Invitation, For Readers

August 22, 2009 | 1
The Invitation, For Readers

I love this poem. It was written by Oriah and though the brilliance of its poetry is hers, I have her permission to share its sentiment here. It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for..

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Skywatch Friday #3

August 21, 2009 | 1
Skywatch Friday #3

cup your palms, attempt to catch the setting sun, in  vain it slips away

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Wordless Wednesday

August 18, 2009 | 0
Wordless Wednesday

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Flying High Over the High Peaks

August 17, 2009 | 4
Flying High Over the High Peaks

Flying at 6,000 feet over the Adirondack High Peaks was a major soul-tank filler and a great introduction to the mountain ranges we’d soon climb.

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Bluebirds: Thirty Days of Backyard Bliss

August 13, 2009 | 7
Bluebirds: Thirty Days of Backyard Bliss

In the mornings I’d grab my camera, coffee, and bins and pad across the dewy lawn to a plastic Adirondack chair. I reckon it looked a bit odd, me sitting alone for hours in the middle of a grassy yard, big lens in hand, facing nothing more than a PVC pole as if waiting for it to jump!

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