Birding in the rain

I set out for Antietam National Battlefield shortly after dawn. Before I was halfway there, rain drops began falling on the windshield. Turn around or continue on? I had no idea what to expect as I had never birded in the rain. I decided to give it a try. Continue reading “Birding in the rain”


Not just a farm bird: the barn swallow


Before me, a swallow dives across a field of wheat turned brilliant gold by the morning sun. The bird looks like a Tree Swallow, but not quite. Tickled by a breeze, the wheat appears to wave to more distant pastures that roll up to a line of blue hills. Continue reading “Not just a farm bird: the barn swallow”