One rainy morning a week ago, I hear a beautiful bird song that I cannot quite identify. It’s longish, sweet and melodic. From in the bedroom, I glance over at the feeders and there’s the usual ...

A familiar bird arrives at the feeder, a little smaller than a sparrow, lighter and more nimble. It is a discrete maternal color, a streaky mix of pale and brownish-gray, well-suited to sit upon an ...

Bird song is beautiful and fascinating. I love hearing the first songs of returning lazuli buntings, western tanagers and Bullock’s orioles this time of year. And it’s fun to chase down some mystery ...