Walk to the trailhead behind the Audubon Society's Beechwood Farms nature center on Dorseyville Road, and you'll briefly head down toward the meadow and then uphill, west, toward the upper fields. Stroll beneath the canopy of older trees until you reach the clearings. Look up, look low and listen. That black, white, and rufous bird singing with its head thrown back in spring abandon? That scratching in last fall's leaf litter? That brilliant, unfamiliar song? The eastern towhee, returned north, awaits your discovery. more >
During our colonial period, America’s forests were felled slowly. Beginning in New England, subsistence farming and the promise of better lands to the west meant regions were settled and cleared for agriculture, then abandoned, only to regenerate. This pattern cycle of destruction and reforestation, created a patchwork of fields that gave way to second growth woodlands, a rolling wave of ecological change. more >
Some displaced Pittsburghers soon will come home again. The pigeons of Mellon Square, bumped by renovations scheduled to culminate next year, are some of my favorite birds to watch, a bit of the wild smack dab in the middle of “dahntahn.” Don’t disparage these half-pound fast fliers. more >
There is a reason i am a birder and not a surgeon. As I was driving one spring, I passed something bright orange on the side of the street. I couldn’t quite make it out, but I had my suspicions. Like many birders, I’m willing to watch a bird wherever it might be: perched on a twig, swimming in a pond, soaring over Sandcastle, downtown in a park. Yes, this bird was in a roadside gutter, but I knew when I passed it that only meant I’d get an even better look. Roadkill birds also count. more >
I have always had a thing for road kill; not for death as spectacle, but for the opportunity to see something wild up close. Though there are limits to what I'll inspect, I'm usually drawn to at least making an identification of the species, particularly if it happens to be avian. more >
It’s the seventh inning stretch on a warm night at PNC Park. The sun has gone down, and the bright lights of baseball illuminate the summer sky. Downtown buildings glow across the river: Federated, Highmark, UPMC, the arched alcove of the Renaissance Hotel. more >
Whenever I see something white in a riverbank tree, I’m hopeful it’s a Bald Eagle. More than once, I’ve called out the sighting in eastern Pennsylvania, crossing the Susquehanna at 70 miles an hour. Most of the time, I’ve been wrong. And why would there be a Bald Eagle in Sharpsburg on the Allegheny, a few miles up river from Heinz Field, a few hundred yards from the traffic on Route 28?
Near the iron gates of a hidden garden in Shadyside, a vigilant Cooper’s Hawk scans for prey. A Japanese Snowbell separates the bird from a row of roses fading into fall. There is a window, and the face of a man peering out with excitement and wonder. He can see the hawk, its beautiful warm brown color, its smallish head, curved beak, and body about as big as a crow. He sees the talons gripping the branch. He’s about to take its photo when it launches out with a majestic burst of light and speed.
Let me lead you to the bird. It is neither bluebird nor blackbird but may look like both. It is the Indigo Bunting. Follow these directions to one of two destinations. Head toward Squirrel Hill and the curve where Beechwood Boulevard bends into the car lot for Frick Park. more >