Birding with Bernie

I’ve been asked why I don’t post much about my birding here. Maybe it’s because I’m not a photographer, and so I don’t have many of my own original images to share with you. I suppose I could write more on the experience—I’ll work on that. My ex was great at that. I could take…

On the Marriage of Joel and Tony

Two years ago today, I had the incredible honor of officiating the wedding of two of the most wonderful people. There is so much I want to say, but for once, words fail me. Luckily, there is the poem. I found this piece by Greg Delanty in the anthology Bright Wings, and it just seemed…

NaPoMo, Week Three: Bird Poems by Edward Thomas

And a Certain Famous Poem by Robert Frost Already I’ve met the goal of reading poems by four poets I have never before recorded. But since I got excitable and couldn’t wait for week four, I counted that last one as a bonus. So, now, officially for week four, I have two poems about my…

Poetry Month, Week Three: Barbara Crooker’s Towhee

As the immortal Bard once said, “A Tohee / by any other name would sing the same.” Okay, I admit it, I might have misquoted. But you get the idea. Birds’ names sometimes evolve, usually because, in the process of studying them, we learn new things about them. In this case, the Rufous-sided Towhee was…

William Stafford Weekend

Okay, so he was born in January. That actually might explain a lot about the icy, cold beauty in some of his poems, like his famous “Traveling through the Dark,” and “Ask Me,” which begins with those delicious words, “Sometime when the river is ice . . . ” But I was born in September,…

Spring Birding, 2016

We moved here to North Eastern Pennsylvania in October, and got to do a bit of hiking about, local fields, tracks of woods along railroad tracks and we took visiting friends to Francis Slocum State Park in November and I even spent a little time alone on Christmas Day at Rickett’s Glen since the weather…