If asked to name the smallest bird that visits backyard feeders, I suspect most people would answer “hummingbird.” And that would be correct. At less than four grams (28.3 grams = one ounce), these ...

If asked to name the smallest bird that visits backyard feeders, I suspect most people would answer “hummingbird.” And that would be correct. At less than four grams (28.3 grams = one ounce), these ...

The kinglets are tiny birds, hard to see, hard to hear and hard to identify. There are two species, both of them fairly common in our area-but only during migration. Both nest farther to the north in ...

Kinglets, ruby-crowned and golden-crowned have been the most exciting migrants in our neighborhood the past several days. With patience, they have offered photo opportunities. Both sexes of both ...

The morning after a nighttime snowfall evokes feelings of newness and wonder. If the air is calm and trees still retain their ...

From my kitchen window in Decatur the other morning, I watched with delight as a tiny, energetic little songbird flitted among the boughs of a holly tree, occasionally hovering to peck something from ...

The golden-crowned kinglet is a wee thing, smaller than any other bird in our area, except the ruby-throated hummingbird. Unlike the hummingbird, however, the kinglet is inconspicuous and little known ...

The golden-crowned kinglet is not really a common bird here, but nor is it a rare one. The Game and Fish Department’s checklist of North Dakota birds calls it “fairly common.” That is accurate, I ...

At first glance Golden-crowned Kinglets resemble chickadees, with their gray bodies and black head stripes, but look closer for pale wing bars on the kinglet. The best identifying feature is flashes ...

Consider a bird that’s often overlooked: the ruby-crowned kinglet. They are small and plain, and they hardly even sing while visiting us in winter. But that doesn’t make them any less interesting. It ...

I nearly crushed it with my foot before the bird took one life-saving hop into the brush. I had but a fraction of a second in the shade to see a gold crown and maybe a greenish cast to its back.

The kinglets were waiting. High up on the mountain, their twitters caught my ears as I paused on one of the last steep pitches to the summit of Lower Wolfjaw. Advertisement Article continues below ...