Goodbye Churchill, I’ll see you soon Darwin!

(Because both places are named after people. Get it?) Walking into the Ithaca airport this morning, bleary-eyed and on two hours of sleep, it felt alarmingly like I had just arrived there to go to Canada and not from. As if the two whirlwind weeks of filming, banding, watching and appreciating Whimbrels and their sub-arctic…

Of Spruce Trunks and Sedgeman

When it starts to look like your entire field season is going to involve lying on tundra mounds for hours together, trying to will uncooperative Whimbrels to return to their nests so you can trap them with a bow-net and retrieve your precious geolocators, you can get pretty desperate. In one such fit of desperation,…

Out on the Fen

The sound of the wind gusting through trees woke me up. I opened my eyes and squinted in the bright sunlight. Wait, it couldn’t be morning yet. I checked my phone: 4 32 AM. Welcome to the sub-arctic, I guess. It’s been four days since I got to Churchill. For the last three days, I’ve…