Indiana

The birding begins

A bright red male cardinal stands on an earthen mound surrounded by scragly brush, looking for seeds.

I’m officially middle-aged. Since I put the bird feeder back up in the redbud tree (after a 6-month absence due to an infectious bird disease), I’ve been obsessed with all the little visitors to our front yard. So much so that I ordered a field guide to Indiana birds, and at the suggestion of someContinue reading “The birding begins”