The Eagles Are Coming!

Out on Staten Island recently, we spotted a pair of juvenile bald eagles, not quite bold yet and their heads still dark, later joined by a parent. Mt Loretto, as often said here, is special. It is probably the only park in the five boroughs that is not packed on a summer weekend. Almost alone,…

Four Owls and an Osprey

After two Staten Island weekend outings in a row, we worried that our necks might turn red – mine actually was pinkish for the lack of sunblock – and instead steered confidently north to the Bronx. Landing in Pelham Bay on a sunny Easter Sunday was nothing short of paschal. The immense parking lot was…

Feathered Arrows

After weeks on end of what the French refer to as “métro-boulot-dodo”, the commute-work-sleep routine of large-city dwellers, I reach a tipping point where escape is no longer simply needed, it is quintessential, a survival skill. So we pick up a bubble car a couple of blocks away and head out of Brooklyn like dogs on…

The Quest for Meeleon

It’s a long love story. Back in 2008, upon my first visit to South Africa and after hearing from various Cape Town informants that elusive chameleons were possibly to be found nearby, I set out on a quest to seek out new life and new reptile civilization, to boldly go find what I had never found before.…

Feather Count

A couple of months ago, walking home from the subway with a hook towards Whole Foods, we came upon a gathering of people who stood on sidewalks, pointing up animatedly and aiming phones. At first I had thought they were looking at a plane but the object of their attention turned out to be a pair of…