By Brian Kluepfel   Author Anne Lamott wrote a book several years ago called “Bird by Bird,” which was about both the writing process and life itself. It began with the story of her panic-stricken younger brother freaking out over

By Brian Kluepfel  I began last week writing a doom-and-gloom blog about the red-fronted Macaw, which exists only in a small area of Bolivia’s Andean foothills and dry river valleys, between the cities of Cochabamba, Sucre and Santa Cruz. Che

By Brian Kluepfel I am woefully behind the times, so much so that when humankind goes extinct, the news will take five or six years to reach me, somewhere on a Peruvian mountaintop watching the last DVD player in the

By Brian Kluepfel   I work in a profession dominated by acronyms. And to be honest, I don’t know WTF people around me are talking about half the time. I don’t know whether to cry or LOL, frankly. I get

By Brian Kluepfel   As the last (hopefully) snows of the winter recede with each day, I look forward to the spring migration and more comfortable walking weather. It’s also possible that higher temperatures may benefit my aching knee.  

By Brian Kluepfel   We have considered the pileated woodpecker a bird of good fortune since we saw one just outside our apartment on moving day four years ago. Such a massive, beautiful creature, we were compelled to watch, even

By Brian Kluepfel Many people see autumn as a dark time – the days shorten as we prepare to face certain winter ahead, full of snow and freezing temperatures. I prefer to view it as an exciting time – my