Conifer diversity is great in our region, and I'll bet many of you have stopped along the highway to gather foot-long sugar pine cones.
The light was fading fast on a winter-shortened day, and the frost that never quite melted was already repairing its losses.
In January, it was time to drag out the ladder and prune the apple trees. It may have been cold, but the chore has its rewards.
Golden-crowned sparrows arrive in my yard each year on Sept. 18 plus or minus two days. I buy my black oil sunflower seeds the week before in anticipation of their arrival, and they never disappoint.
Have you ever wished you had special powers, say the ability to leap tall buildings or X-ray vision? Most of us have had such daydreams, but this only happens in comic books. Right?
Snow is beautiful, if you don't have to drive. Snow is beautiful, if you are inside a warm, cozy house looking out.
A Douglas fir grows in my yard. It's one I planted soon after moving to the property years ago. Now it's more than 30 feet tall and doing quite well.
I like birds. This is no surprise to anyone who knows me. There are limits, however.
First, you have to understand that I am a biologist. Biologists see the world through a slightly different lens.
The forest is alive with song for a few more weeks, and the diversity of song can be overwhelming, just ask my students. I ask them to learn more than 50 species by call.
One of the more unusual activities that takes place in the Rogue Valley each year is a fundraiser sponsored by the Rogue Valley Audubon Society, the Birdathon.
When jazz artist Thomas Mackay was called on by the Medford Jazz Festival to put together an...
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