Coopers Hawk in My Yard

Coopers Hawk in My Yard

Orange and white breast feathers shimmer in the morning sun. From a perch in the oak tree an elegant bird gazes at the tangle of bushes and tree limbs below. A male Cooper’s hawk tosses his head as if to say, “This is a good neighborhood.” Bluish-gray feathers cloak...
Autumn Days

Autumn Days

The windows of my apartment look out over the Courtyard. There is only one real problem of living in this retirement community — there just aren’t any birds to look at in our Courtyard. But this morning when I looked out my bedroom window I was stunned to...
Birding and Priscilla

Birding and Priscilla

Priscilla and I arrange to meet in Phoenix. She skips a meeting and suggests we go birding in the Tuscon region. “Sure,” I say, not very interested. or knowledgeable about birds. We stay someplace where desert birds abound. Priscilla loans me binoculars and advises me...

Sitting on the Deck

To sit on Ben and Tina’s deck is magic at any hour of the day. Such a wide expanse of grass, trees, shrubs and flowers. And across the wire fence looms the woods. Birds of all kinds pop in and out of the yard from the woods with seven feeders of various kinds...