The morning of my first pheasant hunt in North Dakota, I stared at the male pheasant painted on the side of my coffee cup hoping the artist's rendition was true to life. I tried to memorize the exact ...

It usually starts with a quiet morning walk, a child’s curious shriek, or a pet tugging insistently at a bush in the backyard. There it is—tiny, fragile, and utterly helpless-looking: a baby bird, ...

In the time since I received my first bird identification book for Christmas last year, my knowledge about Minnesota’s more commonly spotted birds grew steadily before flattening to what felt like a ...