Bill Kimzey

G ulls circle above my living room window in and out of low smoky clouds lording over crows huddled in firs. Snow is coming. In some places ...

A noisy brown ping pong ball jumped up from the trail and velcroed itself to the trunk of a Douglas Fir. It cocked its head to best keep an ...

I looked up to the crow on the power line. There's dignity in silence we thought. Previously, me and crows .

Birds erupt outside my hotel window. Cardinal, wren, robin. Yack Yack Yack. All aflutter. Is it about to rain or has Jack returned from nowh...

Jack's tombstone wears the oak's mantel: lichens rust the pink granite; tannins set his name and the chiseled teak pattern in relief...

I came here a lot with Jack after he died. Now I’m back for the wood thrush I suppose, and the gnats and mosquitoes. I take my time along th...

Above the treetops two hawks or maybe falcons fly south with purpose straight into the setting winter sun. They join the others become crows...

A rustle in the canopy too muffled for a squirrel. I find red in my binoculars. A crest. A pileated woodpecker resolves from the green silen...

A still day in early August. I’m cool in the shade of an old maple on a good bench to sit for birds. Chickadees are chatting but they can’t ...

All the talk about a shady picnic bench and a slight breeze keeping gnats at bay, is it about birds or my personal comfort? The sun’s been...

-          -  September, 2015 There was only one candidate, really, that had so many opposite pairs of small rounded leaves. We ...

In the early days before the internet, before all these portable devices, before location – you remember – how did we know when t...

When you are a crow and you are forever looking down on people, do you find you still think highly of them?

Songs Companion calls Territorial aggression (often male to male) Adolescent begging Alarms Found in What the Robin Knows by Jon You...