Trevor Henderson Bird Watcher Novels & Stories

My heart feels like it drops in my chest. I took a deep breath, grabbing my binoculars and bird book, and went out to the porch. Bird watching is like a scavenger hunt, a challenge for yourself to see how many different species you can find. I picked up this hobby when I was only a child. It has always fantasized me. Birds I have found in these parts are the Red-tailed hawk, a Barred owl and a Blue jay, and many more. My favourite bird I spotted the other day was the Downy woodpecker: those black and white colours and the little red dot on his head.

She smiled and shook her head. Evelyn: Nothing, I was just watching the birds. Isn't it beautiful? She spoke while staring at those mauve loons chilling out in the blue waters. Xander chuckled. Xander: Yeah, it is. He whispered. Xander: You know since childhood I always loved watching birds and admiring nature. My fellow classmates used to call me an outlandish and a freak but I didn't care about it. I always felt exhilarated watching them. He spoke while smiling brightly.

The summer sun was a familiar, generous friend, warming the cedar of the canoe shed and drawing the scent of salt and sunscreen from the trail. The Tidewater Trail was in its peak season, a artery of easy joy. Our lives had settled into the deep, rich hum of a place no longer under siege, but simply… lived in. Arthur had taken up birdwatching, a development that amused me to no end. “It’s the ultimate mystery,” he’d argue, peering through binoculars. “The clues are songs and fleeting glimpses. The culprit is always evolution.”

After lunch we hiked down and watched the birds through the viewing window, Heidi's nose pressed firmly against the glass, watching a hummingbird just inches outside. We walked through slowly, checking out the habitats and taxidermy birds on display. Heidi had seen the migration trail on the way in and practically dragged Sarah out the door, past a chuckling park ranger. I stopped and dropped a twenty into the donation box. The ranger tipped her hat. "You have a beautiful family." I felt heat rise in my cheeks as I mumbled out a thank you. "How long have you been together?" My mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out. I gazed outside, where Heidi was now riding on Sarah's shoulders. I

Maya used her conservation knowledge to analyze the data from the camera traps and identify patterns of poaching behavior. One day, while on patrol, Ryder IV and Maya came across a group of poachers who were setting up traps to capture rare species of birds. They quickly sprang into action, leading a coordinated effort to apprehend the poachers and confiscate their traps. Maya used her expertise to document the evidence and collect data that would be crucial in prosecuting the poachers.

A while later, she came with a neat rag and some water in a bowl. "It isn't as awful as I thought." She said, "And it's weird, there isn't a sign of injury there. I saw it a while ago and you look…" "I'm fine," Trevor grunted, shoving her off. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hands into fists as his need for blood intensified. He didn't want to kill her. He didn't want to have another innocent blood on his hand. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He stalked towards Casey and grasped her head.

Not that I would—the light would scare the owl off, and I don’t want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As I glide toward the window on light feet, my mind unfurls. Excitement makes my heart flutter. Taking pictures isn’t merely a pastime or career for me. At the deepest level, it feeds my soul. The ability to capture a moment in time, to revisit it over and over on a whim, is precious to me. I remain in a shaded position where I can still see the tree, and the beautifully crafted nest on a branch. According to eBird, the baby owls should hatch any time soon. The mother hunts at night and returns around the same hour each night. It coincides with my nightly checkups for Mom and add

I have no idea how long it’ll be before I can know for sure the triplets are my mates. Urg! Why is everything so complicated for me? Why do my parents have to suck so bad? I impatiently wait for Gunner to come over to us, as the coach hands us each a camera and piece of paper. Apparently, we’re bird watching today, and we need to take pictures of as many of the birds on the paper that we can. At least this one seems simple. Gunner stays behind us, talking to his dad. While we start taking pictures, I take an extra picture on Gunner’s camera, so he can stay focused on his conversation.

Jordyn replied excitedly, "I just took a helicopter to watch the wildebeest migration. There were tens of thousands of them, nonstop. It was so stunning to watch them up close from the helicopter!" Celeste was taken aback. Wildebeest migration in May? "Are you in Tavora?" "Yes, I—" But Trevor and Wynn were in Galdovia right now. Although she knew that ever since Trevor started taking care of Jordyn, he had arranged for bodyguards to accompany her whenever he was unavailable, allowing her to go wherever she wanted. Still, she was so young, and now Trevor and Wynn had gone to Galdovia, leaving Jordyn to travel so far with just bodyguards.

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.