What to Feed a Baby Bird: A Panic-Googling Dad's Rescue Guide
Dear Marcus from last May. You're currently standing in your damp NE Portland yard by the rhododendron bush. Your eleven-month-old son is strapped to your chest, actively chewing on the zipper of your jacket, and you're staring down at a...
Exactly What Is A Baby Fox Called? (And Other Garden Debates)
Don't confidently tell your two-year-old twins that the small, twitchy orange creature currently investigating a discarded nappy by your garden bins is a 'puppy.' I made this exact catastrophic error last Tuesday at 6:15 am, desperate for five more minutes...
What is a Baby Deer Called? (A Dad's Woodland Survival Guide)
Richmond Park is a very specific kind of purgatory at six-fourteen in the morning in late spring. The grass is entirely composed of freezing mud, the air is thick with that distinctly British drizzle that doesn't actually look like rain...
Surviving a Baby Ostrich Encounter With Your Sanity Intact
Before we packed up the minivan to visit the drive-through wildlife ranch out by the highway last weekend, I managed to get three entirely contradictory pieces of advice about the ostriches. My mom, bless her heart, told me on the...
Finding A Baby Pigeon In Your Backyard (And What To Do Next)
"I need you to put the coffee down," my husband Dave said at exactly 7:14 AM on a Tuesday, wearing only one sock and looking like he'd seen an actual ghost in our hydrangeas. He was holding our seven-year-old, Leo,...
Dear past Tom: So your toddler found a bird in the garden
Dear Tom from last May. You're currently standing on the patio in your dressing gown, holding a lukewarm mug of instant coffee while watching Maya and Lily enthusiastically poke at a pulsating lump of grey fluff on the lawn, so...
The Truth About Baby Bunnies and Toddlers (A Survival Story)
I was knee-deep in packing tape, desperately trying to get three Etsy orders boxed up before the mail carrier arrived, while balancing my sweaty four-month-old on my hip. That's exactly when my oldest, Jackson, came sprinting through the back screen...
Surviving the Absolute Chaos of Your First Real Baby's Out Day
I'm currently standing in the hallway holding a solitary, incredibly tiny sock. I've been standing here staring at the wallpaper for what feels like twelve minutes, entirely paralysed by indecision. I can hear one of my two-year-old twin daughters crying...
Before & After a Baby Wasp Sting: What I Wish I Had Known Earlier
It was 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, and I was wearing those terrible gray biker shorts that ride up too high, holding a lukewarm iced coffee that I hadnβt actually taken a sip of in three hours. Leo was eight...