Frank Keim

by Frank Keim Ever wondered why the Raven is called Tulukaruq in Yup’ik? Well, all it takes is a little imagination and a little twisting and turning of your tongue, mouth and vocal cords, and […]

by Frank Keim Listen carefully high above you in spring (and sometimes even in fall) and you may be lucky enough to hear the Wilson’s snipe’s haunting winnowing call, woo-woo-woo-woo. You won’t mistake this sound […]

by Frank Keim A long time ago two giant thunderbirds used to have their nest in the mountains above Ohagmiut. They were always very hungry, and people were warned not to wear their parkas with the […]

by Frank Keim The Gray-cheeked thrush is probably the shyest of all the brown-backed thrushes. You won’t see them very often during their migration, because they do so at night, although since the boreal north […]

by Frank Keim If you’ve watched Trumpeter swans, there are two things you notice right from the get-go: their enormous size and their loud resonant call, which reminds me of, well, a trumpet. Trumpeters are […]