Roadkill of the week. Jabiru.
The sad and needless death of a beautiful bird.
Birds of the week. Three Black Kites and a dead frog
Three birds, a dead frog and a fire. A few hours at the site of a grass fire outside the small Gulf town of Borroloola.
The killer inside. Roadkill of the week: Wedge-tailed Eagle
As the bird loomed - black, broad wings and talons spread, fighting for life, air and height - my front seat passenger let out a small scream.
Bird of the Week: Burrowing Owl
A day in the American south-west with Owls that burrow and stand around in the daylight and an Ibis of remarkable beauty.
Birds of the Week: Figbirds in a Figtree
Sometimes birds are hard to find. Sometimes not. Bob Gosford takes two steps from his bed and finds an ornithorium of wonder and beauty.
Nate Rice – on Musk Ducks and going “batshit crazy” for birds
What is a dead bird worth? Bob Gosford talks to Dr. Nate Rice of the Academy of Natural Sciences of Drexel University in Philadelphia about his life and work with 200,000 dead birds.
Birds, Fire and Culture – a new research project
There is a growing body of evidence to suggest that some species are active promoters of fire in the northern Australian savannah landscapes, using small fire-sticks and embers to spread fire throughout the open grass and woodlands of the semi-tropical north.
Bird of the Week: M. Krishnan’s “Thuggery in the Treetops”
A look at the work of Madhaviah Krishnan, an Indian journalist and photographer who for 46 years wrote the "Country Notebook" column for The Statesman of Calcutta that ranks among the finest nature writing out of the sub-continent.
Amadeo Rea: on namkams, coyote sickness and perceptions of reality in the greater southwest
Part Two of a conversation with Amadeo Rea, taxonomic ornithologist and ethnobiologist who has spent most of his life working with the Piman people of the greater south-western American deserts.
Nick Cave’s ornithorium
"All I had to do was walk on stage and open my mouth and let the curse of God roar through me. Floods, fire and frogs leapt out of my throat. Though I had no notion of that then, God was talking not just to me but through me, and his breath stank." Nick Cave, King Ink II.