Laura's Birding Blog

On January first, I just happened to be looking out at a spectacular sunrise when there came a rapping, came a tapping at my chamber door...

Sharon may be tiny, but her passion and knowledge dwarf even Paul Bunyan. (This is the text of today's podcast.) Yesterday, the ...

A week ago, on December 11, Kim Eckert saw a weird duck in Canal Park in Duluth. The improbability of what it looked like made him tentat...

I love rodents. I take lots of squirrel and chipmunk photos and have rescued several deer mice from houses and cottages. As a child and ...

Helen and me at the Port Wing Fall Festival in 2014, when she was 95. Helen Erickson, my mother-in-law, who I’ve known since I was 16 ...

Last Wednesday, I witnessed a Sharp-shinned Hawk repeatedly attacking the female Pileated Woodpecker who hangs out in my neighborhood. Th...

The last time I saw my female Pileated Woodpecker was on Wednesday, when she was attacked repeatedly by a Sharp-shinned Hawk. The hawk pursu...

Back in 1981, right after I moved to Duluth when I was pregnant with my first baby, Russ refinished some floors in our apartment. Being p...

I love raptors. I’ve written an entire book on owls, two about hawks, taken thousands of photos of them, rehabbed several hawks and owls ...

The Pileated Woodpecker is one of my favorite of all birds—it’s so striking, both in appearance and more literally, in how it makes its l...