Greensboro Birds

The brown thrashers have a serious OCD bathing issue. They are constantly at the bath, and shoo away every other bird that deigns invade its precious waters. Even the ballsy grackles have to sneak a dip, but it only lasts a few minutes before some compulsive thrasher lands on the fence and looms over its [...]

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At our birdbath, the brown thrasher is king. First thing in the morning till just before sundown, you’re sure to spot a thrasher jumping into this shallow metal pan and splashing vigorously. (There’s an alluring solar fountain just off-camera to the left.) Any bird that dares enter its domain is immediately rejected, like this female [...]

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Today was a Day of Recovery, as well as Finish the Manuscript Day. Josh’s folks were in town for a whirlwind tour of the northern Piedmont, and I’m pretty wiped out from all that barbecue and rib eating. (I also have a high RDA of downtime, which makes any sort of nonstop activity involving more [...]

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At last! It’s the first day of spring. Is the first day of any other season looked forward to with the kind of desperate anticipation and crazy glee as spring? I doubt it. Especially for those of us who grew up in the path of the arctic jet stream, spring is when you can finally [...]

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File under Unexpected: The Brown Thrashers are totally into my birdfeeder. Granted it’s a bit of a cheat—the feeder is sitting atop a fallen tree—but still, these guys are bold here. I can be a few feet away and the Thrashers will trot right out into the open and start picking seeds out of the [...]

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