Pulitzer-Prize-winning ruminations on the natural world.
When you see a bird often enough, its jizz begins to rub off on you—if you'll pardon the expression.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.
With half an hour to kill in Hebden Bridge, I head over to the river to see if there are any dippers around.
One thing I hadn't really appreciated, when walking dogs in the countryside, is just how much more you can end up seeing.
If Charles Darwin could do his bit for science from the comfort of his own home, perhaps we can too.