Old bones are cold bones, I've heard it said, and my old bones have been sticking pretty close to home. That's why I don't have a bird of my own to present this week. Instead, I decided to borrow one.

Sitting on a bench surrounded by 70-foot-tall Norway spruces, I watch a red-breasted nuthatch take a peanut from a feeder in my front yard. There’s a cool breeze on this sunny autumn day, and I know ...

Bird sounds that always make me chuckle are those of the red-breasted nuthatch. I won’t call them songs because they don’t meet most people’s idea of “song.” The most common call of this species is ...

I love to visit the oak woodlands at any season. There’s always something going on, between migratory birds and the year-round presence of titmice, chickadees, jays and white-breasted nuthatches. This ...