Rough-Wings Are Somber Swallows

I saw my first rough-winged swallow when I was a teenager fishing along a creek in western Pennsylvania. I thought it wasn’t much to look at. It had a graceful swallow shape, but otherwise it was plain and dull...

Otters Are Back in our Rivers

On August 25, my wife and I saw a road-killed otter on Route 45 (between Martinsburg and Shepherdstown) near where it crosses the Opequon Creek. We decided this was worth a second look and returned later. Th...

Song of the Wood Thrush

It’s been a cool, dry spring, but now a welcome spell of mild, rainy weather softens the evening. Distant thunder rumbles a counterpoint to the wood thrush singing in the woods behind the barn. Fifty years a...

Your Neighborhood Wren

A tiny backyard friend with unmistakable allure. As the sun broke through the rain clouds recently, a Carolina wren sat on the arm of a wooden yard chair next to our big forsythia bush, singing for all he wa...