Dear Siri. Birders are not murderers. I really feel as though I’m enunciating properly. Perhaps you’re taking a theological approach to this? Is that it?

I usually write with the conviction that faith elevates the practice of birdwatching. But sometimes faith can sabotage it. Thus begins the tragic tale of my best worst birding adventure.

If you sometimes prefer birding from an easy chair, and you haven’t yet discovered the board game Wingspan, you really should. It’s the perfect board game accompaniment to your binoculars. And the new Wingspan Americas expansion makes it even better.

An intro to my family, and an explanation of the dedication to my book. If each of my kids were a bird, these are the birds they'd be...

Jesus taught, “Suppose one of you wants to build a tower. Won’t you first sit down and estimate the cost…?” That goes ditto for bird towers, and so I offer this cautionary tale.

Wherein the author offers a glimpse into the origins of his soon-to-arrive literary debut.

Why do Christians often pray for a “hedge of protection”? Why are we told to "put on the armor of God"? To better understand, consider the Gila Woodpecker.

It is impossible to write a post on puffins without using the word “adorable.” But I will try. Also, let's talk about the callouses of community.

Birds know when it's time for the journey, exhibiting a restless anxiety to fly. Maybe they know the seasons better than your average college dad.

It's hard to explain what a birdwatching-and-the-Christian-faith retreat looks like. Perhaps you should experience it for yourself.

The skylark’s song keeps going as it hoists itself skyward, until the bird is just a distant speck in the sky. But it's my summer mascot for a different reason.

Change is inevitable, and sometimes the things we seek after have these pesky things called wings. How do we savor the wonder and pursue the permanent?

The mercy of Jesus is a pair of wings, "as a hen gathers her chicks" (Matthew 23:37). What does this mean? Is it a Malleefowl or a Mombrella?

A Great Gray Owl knows there's life under the barren surface. It can see without seeing. How do we "fix our eyes on what is unseen?"

A riddle for you: My dog barks at it playfully. My cat stares at it dumbly. The cardinals in my yard attack it aggressively. What is "it"?