Winter is fading, spring is coming, and birds are singing. The distinctive songs of eastern meadowlarks roll across prairies surrounding our metropolis. The males perch on fence lines, fence poles and ...

The meadowlark’s reveling song rolls across prairies and fields with a fluted melody, as if singing "spring-of-the-year." Early European settlers gazing over May’s serene meadows in the New World must ...

When the song pauses in a game of musical chairs, everyone jostles for one of the remaining seats. Bird migration today is much the same. When it’s time for a break in their biannual travels, ...