Late August and early September are wonderful for many reasons, but bird song is not one of them. It's the quietest time of the year.
Ashland is recognized throughout the West for its Shakespeare plays. The Rogue River is noted for its rafting and fishing. But Southern Oregon is even more widely known among birders.
Oh, to be a bird now that August is here. I confess I am miserable in the heat of summer. When the thermometer tops 100 degrees everything outside is a chore.
It's not often that a new bird becomes established in the Rogue Valley. There have been few in the last 30 years. The barred owl has made its way slowly down from Canada.
It seems everybody loves an omelet. Crows, jays, raccoons, weasels — even squirrels and mice — love to eat eggs. They are a complete meal and don't have a lot of defenses, other than mom.
Those who arise early or tend toward insomnia are fully aware that many spring birds begin the day painfully early.
Killdeer look as intelligent as any other bird. Indeed they can be downright crafty. Yet when it comes time to raising young, it is hard to imagine any bird being more addled.
It looks like a woodpecker. Well, sort of. And it acts like a woodpecker "» sometimes. Simply put, acorn woodpeckers are oddballs.
There are legions of bird watchers but not so many mammal watchers. Whale watchers are an exception. Many people put up bird houses, but only a few put up bat houses.
They decorate the utility poles of the valley, waiting patiently for some mouse or ground squirrel to venture a bit too far from cover.
Now that the fall colors have fallen under the rake and been relegated to the compost bin, the brightest spot in my yard is the male Anna's hummingbird.
The deadline for entering the 2008 Wild Bird Photo Contest is at 5 p.m. Friday.
One of the most eagerly awaited events of the holiday season takes place this weekend, when the...
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