As summer draws on, spring’s dawn chorus of birdsong fades. There is no sudden hard stop, just a gradual decrescendo as various voices drop out when their nesting cycle nears its ending. But even in ...

It’s 2 a.m. You’re snoozing in bed. The sun hasn’t risen, but the robin has. It is tuk-tuk-tuk-ing at an unnatural hour, waking you up. If this has happened to you, you’re not alone. Around the world, ...

I received some interesting bird-related calls and e-mails this week — a sure sign of spring. Matthew Boliver, of Castorland, in Lewis County, sent me the photo below of a partially white-colored ...

poets and musicians, from Chaucer to Wordsworth, from Handel to Respighi. Birdsong can be a natural phenomenon of intense beauty. But our enjoyment is incidental to the main purpose, which is one bird ...