One sunny spring afternoon when I was eleven, I rode my bike down the road to my grandparents’ farm. As I coasted down the laneway and entered the farmyard, I was startled by a sudden explosion of small, black birds erupting from every nook and cranny of one of the empty poultry barns. Intrigued, I [ Read More ]
I’d been looking forward to the weekend, as I’d planned to spend most of it outdoors getting some watercolour studies done for an upcoming painting, as well as attend several lectures at the Quantum to Cosmos festival in Waterloo. Unfortunately I ended up coming down with a case of the flu, which kept me cooped [ Read More ]
Late last month, I took a week of holidays up at the family cottage near Wiarton. Birding wise, I definitely could have made a better choice when scheduling my vacation. We’d just finished three weeks of gorgeously sunny, calm weather and not a drop of rain, the sort of conditions that let migrants stream south [ Read More ]
Birder with a sketchbook, skeptic and popular science junkie. Spends too much on books. Fearful of spiders. Is well trained.
Currently resides in Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
