Sitting on a bench surrounded by 70-foot-tall Norway spruces, I watch a red-breasted nuthatch take a peanut from a feeder in my front yard. There’s a cool breeze on this sunny autumn day, and I know ...
On a recent walk in the Maine woods, I heard a red-breasted nuthatch calling softly to itself. It was six feet above me in a large white pine, climbing down the tree head first. Looking through my ...