Mea Culpa

by Jane Routh Today I killed a pheasant. No bumps under the wheels; in the mirror it lay on the road plump and shiny, one small black feather floating away. It ...

ATM Street Art

“I want to inspire real change in the way we treat our environment. Making people aware that these birds exist is the first step. I like to paint birds th...

Eye of Osprey

by Danny Adcock The onshore wind is insistent like toothache. Waves break on the beach in long curls of white foam, and dissipate on the sand and are sucked bac...

A Tapir’s Tale

by Isaac Yuen   I turn to the page on you, eventually. I am sorry that it’s been so long, that I am so late. This edition of All the World’s Animals in my ...

Last Known

by Carrie Naughton   In April 1962, at Moore’s Landing in what is now the Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge in South Carolina, a group of observer...