If you’re a bird caller, probably the most frustrating thing is when the girl you’re out with starts talking about her friend Caw and you ask “Caw who?” and the restaurant is suddenly flooded with crows and owls.
When I was about fifteen years old, I woke up to hear a strange sound coming from the backyard. I went out to investigate, only to find a baby hawk, injured. It had fallen from the tree above and what appeared to be the bird’s mother was tending to it. I watched for a couple … Continue reading