A bird's nest. Neat and tidy, hidden among willow branches or tucked under a drooping maidenhair fern. A bird's nest. Old and tangled, a pile of sticks right out in the open atop a snag or a crumbling rock pinnacle, or sometimes right on the ground. A bird's nest. Obvious but hidden from view nonetheless, …
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Walking a Trail of Ancients
Twelve hours of driving got me to the Horseshoe Canyon District of Canyonlands National Park. I exited the truck feeling a bit shell-shocked after 2 hours of dusty back road driving following three intense weeks of teaching and little sleep. The beauty of the Canyon calmed my nerves as I hugged Teresa. Ah, I had …
Migration, Pilgrimage, and the Polygon of Home
Where, or what, is home---a place, a set of behaviors, a sense of belonging? How does movement---travel, migration, translocation---affect your sense of place?
The Earth Has Its Music
I wake well before dawn - 4:30 am to be precise. It’s an hour that defies logic, unless it is your job to monitor songbirds (as was mine for 15 years). Even though it will be dark for another hour, I hear a robin singing outside my bedroom window (each link takes you to a sound …
Wolf Memories
I've always said that the best wolf habitat resides in the human heart. You have to leave a little space for them to live. Ed Bangs It was a warm day in July, perhaps 2004 or 2005. The sky was clear, winds light. A perfect day to hike, and a perfect day to scout …
Writing the Wild 