Part 14, still floeing, still flowing. 6 July There are several things I wanted to write about but keep forgetting, so, I’ll see how this goes – the ice push: the ice […]
The Road not Taken Enough is the road I most often want to be on. Join me?
Eastern Oregon. Fifty miles of inhospitable road offers this, and it is worth every inch.
Part 13, the ice and wind come to call. 2 July Rainy, windy, cold day yesterday. Rain finally cleared and I banded a few hapless birds. The egg season is slacking off. […]
Part 12, in which the Arctic poppies show their mettle, the snow bunting chicks emerge, and a polar bear leaves its mark. 27 June Although my alarm went off at 2200, I […]
Part 11. The summer of abnormal distribution, fried radios, and a translucent moon progresses in the Arctic Ocean. 21 June Yesterday was a long day, and I never got to write. We continued confirming […]
Part 10. The ice is loosening its grip on the island, the bossman comes to call, after fifteen days I almost take off all of my clothes to bathe in the semi-freshwater […]
Part 9. The Black Guillemots are back, bobbing their heads, and claiming their nest boxes. A cavity-nesting bird of Arctic waters, they traditionally did not nest so far north in Alaska. One […]
Part 1. 2015 In 1997 I moved from western Massachusetts to Maine. Several people asked me, “Are you going to get a gun?” I laughed. I thought this was an odd question. […]
Part 8. The Guillemots make their entrance. 6 June A sad day. It seems my little sparrow friend is gone. I don’t know if he went off in search of a mate, […]