I don’t know how you spent your Friday morning, but I spent mine stalking redheads. No, I wasn’t camped out in front of Conan O’Brien’s place, nor was I trying to catch a glimpse of the little bit of red Ron Howard has left. Nope, I was lurking along the banks of the Fox River
Bird, Fly, Redhead Ducks
Poor Sam Peabody… Peabody… Peabody. I don’t know Mr. Peabody, and have no idea of what events may have led to his present condition of “poor” (or, according to some, “old”) but one thing’s for sure. This guy is The Man, at least as far as talk among the white-throated sparrows is concerned. Bird vocalizations
Bird, Fly, White Throated Sparrow
Pam’s Perspective Pam Otto is the Manager of Nature Programs and Interpretive Services for the St. Charles Park District When you hear the phrase “little kings,” what image comes to mind? An array of 7-oz. bottles of beer, served, as all fine beverages are, in a bucket? If so, maybe you spent too much time
Bird, Fly, Golden Crown Kinglet
Pam’s Perspective Pam Otto is the Manager of Nature Programs and Interpretive Services for the St. Charles Park District A black-throated blue warbler appeared outside the office window the other day, and it got me to thinking. My first thought went something like, “Hey, that’s a black-throated blue warbler!” And then the ol’ bean went
Bird, Black Throated Blue Warbler, Fly, Warbler
A black-throated blue warbler appeared outside the office window the other day, and it got me to thinking. My first thought went something like, “Hey, that’s a black-throated blue warbler!” And then the ol’ bean went silent. But just for a minute. A second thought soon bubbled to the surface, and this one is with
Bird, Crash, FlySt. Charles Park District Nature News – May 1 You know what it’s like when you know where something’s supposed to be, but you just can’t seem to find it? For me it happens all the time with things like coffee cups and car keys. And nature. Take, for instance, a naturalist program I was
Bird, Eagle, FlyYou know what it’s like when you know where something’s supposed to be, but you just can’t seem to find it? For me it happens all the time with things like coffee cups and car keys. And nature. Take, for instance, a naturalist program I was involved with several years ago when I worked for
Bird, Eagle, Fly, Nature
My dad was a big fan of the 1950s sitcom The Honeymooners. (So big a fan, in fact, that he wouldn’t pick up my mom for their weekly Saturday night date until after the show was over.) It follows then that, by association—and maybe genetics—I too am a big Honeymooners fan. Every one of those
Bird, Fly, Sapsucker
St. Charles Park District Nature News – April 17 My dad was a big fan of the 1950s sitcom The Honeymooners. (So big a fan, in fact, that he wouldn’t pick up my mom for their weekly Saturday night date until after the show was over.) It follows then that, by association—and maybe genetics—I too
Bird, Fly, Woodpecker
I know exactly where I was the moment I got hooked on the sport of birdwatching, a.k.a. birding. I was standing on a gravelly point off of Wildlife Drive, the main thoroughfare through the J.N. “Ding” Darling National Wildlife Refuge on Sanibel Island, FL, peering through binoculars at a group of roseate spoonbills. Above them,
Bird, Fly, Pelican