Oddball Observations

I know you've seen this before but wothehell . . . The Spotted Towhee was back at it again this morning, using our birdbath for h...

While on my daily perambulation (to the mailbox and back) the other day, I spied an early indication of the changing of the seasons. ...

Ooooooohhhhh, it's Friday again, already. Let us begin then by paying tribute to what's really important in all of our lives. Th...

Back in 1969, a friend of mine had gone to work at a radio station in Indianapolis, Indiana. The legendary Orly Knutson called me at the s...

We have ravens. Lots and lots of ravens. Usually there are a couple sitting on rooftops, crowing and cackling with their very  loud voic...

To those of you among my Gentle Readers who may have read my post about Timmer in Rio last week, I offer a couple of other intrepid souls fr...

What follows is a sad story for bird lovers. A couple of months back I noticed one of those blasted mourning doves in the tree outside my ...