Seasons and Signs

Old age is not for sissies, as my late mother always said. Having recently observed my 60th birthday, each aching joint and “senior moment” convince me she was right. Four decades of trotting the globe, badgering bureaucrats, chasing disasters and banging...

Connection, Regression, and Harmony

Perhaps my last post was a bit too perky and over optimistic about transition. I swear to you – I just heard birds griping about the weather. There was a gripey tone in their chirp. As an implant from Texas, I suggested to the local Omahans the other day that their...

Silly Birds, Silly Birders

On Saturday, although we headed out in one direction to look for Glossy Ibises, a Facebook report of a Northern Lapwing in the other direction got us in for a longer drive (thank goodness for mobile social media technology).  As with many a rare bird search, a vigil...

To Everything There is a Season

Our revels now are ended. These our actors (As I foretold you) were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all...

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