Eastern Oregon. Fifty miles of inhospitable road offers this, and it is worth every inch.
The Road not Taken Enough is the road I most often want to be on. Join me?
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, […]
#7, I believe, in the series. The summer of 2000 I spent on an island in the Arctic Ocean studying seabirds. Largely alone for the summer and left to my own devices, I […]