Next Thursday is the American Thanksgiving holiday – which means it’s time to trot out that old legend concerning Benjamin Franklin’s opinions on two...

It was in the great borough of Queens in New York City that I first discovered both beer and birding, two great loves of...

I was really looking forward to this week’s installment of Birds and Booze. Last night was Hallowe’en, making tomorrow – in some Christian traditions...

In our times, it seems foolish to be fearful of birds. It’s an hopeful point of view, perhaps, but I like to think that...

This is the first October in three years I haven’t been vacationing in California. But I felt I should at least return in spirit...

Birders know that the pairing of farms and birds represents more than mere bucolic romance – it’s a match borne out of a real...

Some days just turn out really well. On one gray, drizzly morning this week, I set out to bird my local patch in Albany,...

I’ll be the first to admit the selection of ducks so far at Booze and Birds has been rather paltry. Our very first post...