Field notes, essays, and occasional book reviews from a
Brooklyn-based birder New Yorker on a long, strange trip to Missoula, Montana in pursuit of an MFA.
I came to Brooklyn in 2005, after starting life on a small dairy farm outside of Buffalo, New York (where I learned a lot of things, including how excited a Scissor-tailed Flycatcher gets people) and spending nearly a decade in Ithaca (where I also learned a lot of things, including how excited a Wal-Mart gets people – but not in a good way.) Then, one morning in early 2010, I looked up and thought “You know what sounds like a good idea? Grad school!” And so I wound up in Montana. Sometimes I can’t believe it either.
One of the overarching themes in my life so far (and thus in this blog) is discovering how humans can best coexist with birds (and the rest of what we commonly refer to as ‘nature’) in the same landscape, whether on a small farm or in the big city. Despite my hipster exterior, I’m a big old hippie at heart.