An artful dialogue about the wonders of the state.
Category: Maine Bird Report
June 5, 2014
photograph and text by Brian Willson I heard the rain while awakening, so I went back to sleep and didn’t rise until the decadent hour of 7:30 a.m. And I didn’t get out into the drizzle and rain and fog until late this afternoon. With Jack. My dog. Quite a few birds, despite the less-than-ideal […]
March 11, 2014
photograph by Brian Willson A comment to Brian from fellow photographer Benjamin Magro: One of the things I love about your photographs is that they are all uniquely different as if taken all over the planet and yet they are all just different layers of one tiny location in the universe, Beech Hill. By this […]
December 17, 2013
photographs and text by Brian Willson Cold and achingly clear today. I shoveled the rest of the walkways, etc., and got a lot of work done. Then went with dog to Beech Hill. Someone—perhaps two people—had tramped down my snowshoe tracks from yesterday, making today’s hike a lot easier. Nobody else hiking while we were […]
November 19, 2013
photograph by Brian Willson
October 15, 2013
photographs by Brian Willson For many years I’ve marveled at how crows come in threes—and wondered why. Are they a mating pair and a young adult, their offspring? Are they siblings? Buddies? Cousins? Someone has probably done research on all this, but all I know is the crows often come in threes.
September 10, 2013
video and text by Brian Willson It’s pretty quiet in the woods and fields these days, as our seasonal residents get their youngsters ready for fall migration, so I thought I’d go back a few weeks and mention a curious peculiarity of summertime bird song. Serious birders soon learn to identify a species by its […]
August 13, 2013
photograph by Brian Willson Brown-spotted yellow wing (a.k.a., Halloween pennant).
July 16, 2013
text and video by Brian Willson Sometimes in a field of summer hay you can hear a bouncy, rollicking sound something like a music synthesizer gone haywire or a cat attacking the keyboard of a child’s piano. That would be the bubbly, antic, rapid-fire song of the grassland-loving bobolink. (Note: the male of this species […]