L comes before S in the alphabet. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, Logan comes before Shannon.
A few posts ago I mentioned we had a mourning dove couple make a nest in the gutter outside our little breezeway. I was worried about the location because of rain and because the back door of the breezeway is a common egress for us. But they seemed to be settling in nicely and when … Continue reading Nest Mystery
A few weeks ago a couple of mourning doves were shopping for nest sites in our backyard. I know this because as I sat in our breezeway I could hear them cooing at each other and scrabbling around in our gutters. At first, I wasn't sure what the noise was and I'd pop my head … Continue reading I’m Not Ready
There's a peregrine nest on the top floor of a building in my city. The Audubon society set it up with a perch and some pea gravel and three live cameras. I check in on it every once in a while when I remember, and when ever we drive by the building I crane my … Continue reading Bird Doula
It's cold again. Which I don't, in theory, mind; I am definitely a cold weather person. The problem for me arises when the temperature doesn't stay cold enough. If it gets up into the 50s and 60s mid-winter, then I feel like I have to adapt to the cold all over again. I need it to … Continue reading Ice is Nice (And So Are Birds)
Logan M. Shannon 