A Herondipitous Start to the New YearWild yellow eye leads to launch of new...
Won-ok and I saunter toward the Sligo Creek woods on the first...
Discordant NotesGeese musicians jam in the woods, ugliness screeches backup
The beauty of listening to Canada geese in concert gets marred by sight of pollution in Sligo Creek. The good news is that we can stop pollution at its source.
Who Stole My Gully?Thoughts on Hard Rains and Police on Horseback
Hard rain and stormwater runoff can produce dramatic landscape changes overnight. Check out our videos that show a Sligo Creek gully before and after rain.
Christmas Brings Beauty, Fright: Metal-Laden Torrent Pouring Into Sligo Creek
Christmas brings joy on Sligo Creek but then a pollution emergency when a torrent of chlorinated, metal-laden water rushes into the creek.
Happy New Year? No. Happy Heron Year!
Incredible luck greeted us for a second consecutive New Year's Day. Forget Happy New Year. Let's make it Happy Heron Year!
Gulping Down MemoriesA great day for a great blue heron – and for humans
A great blue heron, "Norm," makes a spectacular entrance at the ol' Sligo Creek water bar, catches a fish and washes it down with some frosty cold water.
A Little Laziness in the Animal Kingdom?Black vultures rely on turkey vultures
Some animals may just be lazy. Take the case of the black vultures, which lack a sense of smell. They find food by waiting for turkey vultures to locate it.
A Howling Good Time at The Garden of Lights at Brookside Gardens
Good things come to those who wait-- including this great blue heron on the Sligo Creek. We often spend hours watching herons hunt for meal. Their patience is incredible. The sight never gets old. Check out the feast this heron enjoys today
Orion Shines Brightly, Connects Me to the Divine
The Orion constellation has been a huge part of my life from childhood through middle age. It is my portal to the divine and a source of inspiration.
Hectic Holiday Timeout Offers Chance To Hang Out With A Hawk
I forced myself to slow down this morning, a deep sense pouring over me that I had fallen into the habit of...
