Author: Neil A. Case

It’s December. Another year has passed, almost. I’m thinking of previous years, long ago, years when I was a boy,

We were cruisin’, my older daughter and I, my daughter driving, on back roads, country roads, watching the fields we

“I need to decide on a subject for my next article,” I said to my daughter recently, and she responded,

I’ve been on the road, traveling with my older daughter as she drove from our home in Indiana to up

Two nuthatches flew to the feeder outside the dining room window as I sat eating breakfast, and watching the birds

In “A Field Guide to the Birds” Roger Tory Peterson described the sandhill crane as “a long-legged, long-necked gray bird

This article is about birds of the night; owls. These are birds that are active when most other birds are

A white-throated sparrow is a rare bird to me. It has always been a rare bird to me. Its nesting

I’ve been duck hunting recently, with a pair of binoculars. I’ve driven to a pond or lake with a road

Butterflies were numerous then, in summer and into the fall, when my brother and I were boys. Butterflies were common

What kind of bird is this, a friend asked, showing me a picture she had of a brown thrasher. I

I saw a firefly, one firefly, early one morning, before dawn, near the end of last month. It was the

It was late evening, after dark, and I was going to bed. But, before going to bed I decided to

A mink bounded across the road in front of my older daughter and plunged into the marsh at the edge

A friend told me a few days ago that she thought I should write about a mammal. “You’ve written several

It’s a dark and dreary winter day. The sky is gray. The temperature is below freezing by our thermometer. There’s

Dark-eyed juncos and tree sparrows fly back and forth to the bird feeder outside my dining room window every day

George Bird Grinnell, that’ right, George Bird, has been called “America’s Environmental Pioneer.” He had what was described as a

I was driving on a highway through a woodland one cloudy, cold winter day recently. Trees and brush lined the

The sky is gray. The temperature is near freezing. The wind is raw and leaves are falling from the trees,

I was driving near home one cool, clear pleasant morning recently when I saw the birds. Two of them. They

As I drove into town one clear morning recently, looking for birds along the road as I always do, I

My cuckoos are calling; the cuckoos in my clocks, three of them, coo-coo coo-coo coo-coo. They’re telling me it’s now

There’s one house finch on the thistle seed feeder outside the window in front of my desk and a cardinal

Robins make nests from grass and sometimes a strip of cloth or a piece of string. They line the inside

“Turtle,” I said to my daughter when I saw one in the road ahead. My daughter, who was driving, had

“I just love to hear robins sing. When I hear robins sing, I know spring is here,” a neighbor told