Warming the cockles

No one knows what Western North Carolina will look like post COVID-19, but these mountains have seen much over their millions of years – ice ages, civil war, pandemics, etc. and they are still here. Spring will come with its ephemerals and migrants; summer will flush...

Remember when hope was the thing with feathers?

Bobolinks are regular migrants through Western NC and their numbers have declined by more than 60 percent since 1966 - Don Hendershot photo Emily Dickinson wrote of that feathered hope in 1861: “Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings...

Buteo jamaicensis

Soaring adult red-tail Don Hendershot photo A red-tail by any other name and there are several “named” red-tails. But I dare say for we sons and daughters of the South, simply the word hawk conjures up mental images of Buteo jamaicensis either scanning its...

Windy City peregrines

My bride and I spent a few days in Chicago last week. She was there for a business seminar and I was there for moral support. But, alas, I also had work to do so after walking with her to the 737 Building on N. Michigan Ave. I returned to our room and began recording...

“Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves…”

And ye elf and sprite lovers and lovers of the Bard whose words have seeped so deeply into the fabric of our language that even those who’ve never seen them toss them out with a knowing nod – get thee soon to the Hazel Robinson Amphitheater at 100 Gay Street in...

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That’s Suuthern flyin squerl, ya”ll

I’ve written about these small nocturnal hang gliders before but I posted a pic of a group from my home, on Facebook, the other day and it produced more than 70 likes in one day (and I know it wasn’t the quality of the photo,) so I thought I would share our little...

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A milkweed by any other name

A milkweed by any other name

Every year as summer approaches and the days begin to heat up I marvel at the beautiful orange explosion that protrudes from an unkempt patch of daylilies and Queen Anne’s lace that was once (BC – before children) a more kempt flowerbed. The butterfly weed (Asclepias...

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A hangover of hoverers

As we turn to bask in the full glow of the summer sun, mornings begin to heat up quickly and as they heat they become quieter. The Neotropical migrants that arrive in waves in April and early May filling forests, glades, parks and backyards with the lustful music of...

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A record-breaking weekend (part one)

A record-breaking weekend (part one)

What could be more fun than a weekend of fellowship and great birding? Maybe setting a new record for total number of species recorded during the annual Great Smoky Mountains Birding Expedition? This year was the 29th installment of the Great Smoky Mountains Birding...

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When it rains – the tough go hiking

We’ve had a good run in the watershed. The Town of Waynesville has sponsored spring and fall guided hikes in its 8,000-plus acre watershed since 2007. The hikes provide a great way for residents and other interested parties to see this wonderful resource that has been...

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