By Anthony Latora Sometimes my days are shifted due to unexpected visitors. The strange part is – you only know they were there because of what’s left behind: a small impression, remnants of a meal, stems left shortened by someone browsing. So many clues – some subtle, some obvious. One track in the sand and…
By Anthony Latora In the pursuit of tracking hawks and raptors, I’ve found it to be relatively straightforward. Casting one’s gaze upwards often reveals these majestic birds perched atop lofty branches, diligently scanning their surroundings. Their occasional vocalizations break the serene atmosphere, a stark contrast to the songs of their smaller counterparts, the songbirds. However,…