Pete’s Corner

Any evening in August I look into the evening skies over Mauricetown and see sheets of Purple Martins heading to roost in the Phragmites stands along the Maurice River.  Nearly a million birds have been counted, not including the thousands of Tree Swallows and Barn Swallows that likewise roost in…...

It was noon. I was standing on the elevated platform at Thompson’s Beach, above the greenhead fly belt, It was over 90 F, so I was astonished to see one hundred or so Barn Swallows perched on the road, in the sun.  Surely, I presumed, the birds would be cooler…...

We were approaching the end of my Monday Morning Medadows walk, when a patron announced that there was a perched hawk up ahead.  The bird, seated eye-level and thirty yards away proved to be an immature Red-tailed and it was feeding on prey. A muskrat, some deduced, noting the dark…...

I know, I know, I know, Wait. You are suffering from post migration depression.  There’s  a cure. Ducks.  Yes ducks, waterfowl.  Winter means ducks, Hardy cold impervious birds that get you out, gratify you with their colors and tantalize you with possibility. Every flock of geese you scan holds the…...