Join Kirsten at the Audubon Speaker Series hosted by the Museum of Arts & Sciences in Daytona Beach for a visual and descriptive journey through Florida's wilds based on Kirsten's latest books - Wild Florida: An Animal Odyssey and Birds of Florida....
Join Kirsten Hines and the Florida Keys Wildlife Society for a visual and descriptive journey through Florida's wilds based on Kirsten's latest books - Wild Florida: An Animal Odyssey and Birds of Florida. Prepare to see Florida’s nature in a whole new light, and to be...
Join Kirsten at the Tampa Audubon Society for a photographic journey through Florida's wilds based on her latest books - Wild Florida: An Animal Odyssey and Birds of Florida....
Blue water lapped across my feet, squishing white sand between my toes as I strolled down Playa Dorada beach on my first evening in the Dominican Republic. Golden rays highlighted lush forest on the shore across the cove. A cool breeze tempered the heat of...
Liguus Snail (Liguus Fasciatus) Darkness envelops me as I step from the brightly lit marsh into a tree island, a pocket of hardwood hammock within the Everglades. I wait for my eyes to adjust, then begin scanning trees for arboreal snails. These terrestrial mollusks once glistened...
Had I somehow gained some new bird-attracting ability? Two bird hitchhikers in two weeks felt like a sign. ...
From indigenous fisherpeople to Royal Palm State Park, here's a glimpse into the history of the Anhinga Trail area of Everglades National Park....
Spotting scopes, binoculars, telephoto lenses and cell phones were all trained up into the pines. I traced their gazes into the trees. A cloud of orange quivered in the wind, hundreds if not thousands of delicate wings folded within protective pine needles....
I sat there a moment, weighing the possibilities that this bird intentionally sought my attention. Could it be that this cardinal had noticed the glow from my laptop and understood it meant a person, a potential source of food, was there? Was it truly tapping...
I recently awoke to the sounds of screaming. Despite my quickened pulse, I suspected an animal. This was, after all, my Maryland hurricane season home, a wooded property left to the wildlife most of the year. The screams were piercing as I gently slid the...