Author: Neil A. Case

One wintry morning a few days ago, a day when the sky was gray and snowy, blown by a strong cold wind, I went driving on a country road, hoping to see some wildlife activity, an uncommon bird, or maybe a mammal that should have been holed up for the winter. I didn’t expect to see much wildlife,

A river runs through my home town, and there was a bridge across the river when I was a boy, just a block and a half from my home. I often walked to that bridge, after Mom and Dad decided I was old enough to roam alone, then walked up river.

The land on one side of the river was hilly, a land

The animal was about the size of a cat or small dog. It was black with white on the back of its hea

I’ve heard hunters claim crows recognize a man with a gun and call in alarm, warnin

It was early morning, the sky was clear a

The birds didn’t help this morning however. Here I’ve sat, alternately staring at my computer screen and out the window b

A sparrow h

When we moved here we saw bats every summer night we went out if the weather was fair, circling around that light, the barn, the house. But ten, fifteen, twenty years ago the bats were gone. Was th

I know people who have purchased bird feeders that tipped with the weight of a squirrel, dumping the little scavenger