The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. Walt Whitman Song of Myself, LII I’ve alw...

I walked into the kitchen Saturday to find a new species of hawk sitting in our half-dead weeping willow tree, Buteo jamaicensis--the Red-ta...

Tuesday, as I got out of the car with groceries in hand, I heard strange hawk sounds coming from the backyard so I ducked out of the garage ...

Here's the beauty... This little female Northern Cardinal was so pretty in the snow as she rooted around looking for breadcrumbs. ...and...

A gruesome sight greeted Matty as he walked into the kitchen this morning. A Red-shouldered Hawk flew across the yard and swooped down on a ...