Author: Neil A. Case

There’s a bird house on the trunk of a tree near our back door, a screech owl bird house. My

I looked out the dining room window one morning and was astounded at the sparrows; house sparrows. They covered the

One wintry morning a few days ago, a day when the sky was gray and snowy, blown by a strong

A river runs through my home town, and there was a bridge across the river when I was a boy,

We have a new neighbor. One, maybe two, maybe more. Beavers have moved into the wetland at the end of

When my older daughter turned into our driveway a few nights ago, in the headlights we saw a small animal

My next article, I decided one afternoon, is going to be about the blue jay. Coincidentally, when I sat at

Crows are black feathered bad boys, disliked by farmers and by birders. To the displeasure of farmers they eat corn,

To a dedicated bird watcher there’s no better way to start the day than with the sighting of a rare

One hundred seventeen years ago, before 1900, it was the custom of hunters in America to get together as teams

I came to my desk to write this morning without a subject in mind. That’s not unusual. I’d think of

To the early settlers, the pioneers, North America was a land of trees, primarily pine trees. Canada south to mid-continent

This year, 2017, is on its way into history as the year of hurricanes for us in the United States.

Black mask across its eyes, small head, pointed nose and ears, bushy tail with black rings, no animal in North

Sparrow hawk and English sparrow were common birds when I was a boy. The sparrow hawk was a bird of

My daughter told me there had been a bat circling around the light by the barn when she came home

Seeing a turtle in the road ahead as I drove over a hill, I slowed to give the turtle plenty

Spring is here. It began by the calendar on the 20th of March, one of two days of the year

A red fox went across our property earlier this month, before the warm weather came. There was snow on the

I’ve been out-foxed by squirrels. I’ve tried to keep those bushy tailed bird feeder marauders off the bird feeder outside

The cardinal is not a southern bird. But I think of it as one, as a bird with a similar

“There’s a swan in the run, Dad,” my daughter told me one morning as we were getting the horses in