August 11, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
It was Thursday afternoon. We were waiting for Crystal to arrive with the truck to transport us to the airport when the phone rang. It was the guy from the airport.
His questions were a little...
August 10, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
Leave it to Pete to count something on our flight from Yellowknife to Deline. For an hour and a half we flew over habitat with not a single sign of humans, an experience that could not be...
August 8, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
Things didn't go as planned of course. Mel met me last night in Edmonton, suffering from a head cold that had plugged his ears so badly that he couldn't hear anything I said to him. He and I...
August 7, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
This is not migration. Today (Monday, Aug. 7) I am on my way to Yellowknife via Portland and Chicago and Edmonton. I am awash in swirling currents of humanity, people traveling here and there, back...
August 2, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
DEFINITIONS
Dunnes - Pete and Linda
Three W's - Weidensaul, White, and Wells
Bird the Boreal - read on
May 22, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
The taxi driver could not believe it. "There are birds flying over at night?" he kept repeating as he looked at me in the rear view mirror. It was Friday afternoon and I was on my way to the...
May 11, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
I got my first Veery of the year. To be exact, my microphone and automatic detector got its first Veery of the year. It passed over the house at 10:55 PM on May 8th. I have yet to see one or hear one...
May 4, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
My fancy, high-tech pressure zone microphone in action.
Last night (May 3rd) you could feel the tropics in the air. It felt as though the temperature just kept rising. At nine-thirty when I went...
May 1, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
May 1, 2006
Since the beginning of April, I've been recording nocturnal bird calls on most good migration nights at my home in Maine. I have a microphone built based on the specifications available...
April 5, 2006 | Dr. Jeff Wells
I am in Florida. Yes, we've seen the alligators, palm trees, vultures, and spoonbills. But every morning when we walk through the shady Spanish-moss draped live oaks, we hear the tell-tale...
