Bruce M. Beehler

“Here, in my little circumscribed world, I remained out of touch with the world at large. I was living full, rich days and felt no need for a newspaper, radio, or TV. The mosquitos were starting to swarm outside the tent, their vast numbers producing an audible hum. I was woken briefly at 11:30 p.m. by a vocalizing pair of Common Loons as they flew overhead. Then I heard the drumming of a Ruffed Grouse-he must have been moonstruck.”
― Bruce M. Beehler, North on the Wing: Travels with the Songbird Migration of Spring

“At 2 p.m., I sat on a rock and watched hundreds of cumulus clouds scud by through the huge expanse of deep blue sky across the lake. It reminded me of a summer day in the Adirondacks in 1964. In that summer I had my first taste of the deep woods. I climbed my first mountain, saw my first American Black Bear, and caught my first Smallmouth Bass.”
― Bruce M. Beehler, North on the Wing: Travels with the Songbird Migration of Spring