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My first encounter with an acorn woodpecker occurred many years ago in California, a species unknown to me. I was surprised to find a small flock of these…
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I find it difficult to leave my canyon home in northern Utah especially during April and May. Every day brings new bloom and bird song. On April 12, I…
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No, I did not hear the owl call my name—meaning my number is up and death is imminent according to some native tribes. But I do hear them call. The great…
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It all began so innocently. Let’s bring over a few European starlings to add authenticity for a Shakespearean theatrical. That was 1890. Today, North…
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I first became aware of dark eyed juncos while doing fieldwork for the USFS in Montana. My young children discovered an active nest on the ground near a…
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I love snow! It began when I was old enough to know the difference, and has continued since. We kids always celebrated the first snow of the year at our…
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I’m caught in an epic electrical storm in a deep gorge in Montana’s Bear Tooth range. Lightning flashes instantly deliver ground-shaking thunderclaps…
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With pioneer Day’s a few weeks away, it’s time to honor a very special plant that saved many Utah pioneers. It’s been a banner year for our state flower!…
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A few days ago a friend invited me to join him on a dragonfly odyssey high on a ridge in a canyon east of Smithfield, Utah. What we observed can only be…
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The stunningly beautiful evening grosbeaks are mystery birds that come pouring from the canyons to invade our urban areas on a daily cycle- an eruptive…