Perched in a silver maple, a male catbird pauses in between long phrases of song.
Grey Catbirds
“Mew.” The sound was soft and, at first, easy to overlook. But the longer I spent along the tree line, listening as I walked, the…
Name That Tune
Okay folks, it’s that time of year again. Time to dust off those listening skills, turn an ear toward the trees (and tall grasses, fence posts and reeds) and play a rousing round of our favorite springtime game, Name That Tune: The Nature Edition. As the days get longer, and warmer, all kinds of critters