The Library is devastated to learn of the passing of Dolly Parton, a music legend and titan of children's literacy. Her Imagination Library program has earned multiple Library Literacy Awards and, in 2018, she visited us to donate its 100 millionth book to our collection and host a story time. 🦋❤️
Rae Spencer
@raespencer.bsky.social
Writer. Reader. Quote hoarder. Easily distracted by cats and shiny objects. Often anxious, sometimes depressed, always awkward. she/her raespencer.com
More archive-clearing blog work. 🪶 #HouseWrens #suburbanbirds #suburbanwildlife raespencer.com/2026/07/29/t...
The Silence of the Wrens
I’m a fan of wrens, in general, and House Wrens, in particular. Busy, grumpy, and brash, these little birds make a big presence in the yard. The yard’s House Wrens are attentive and pro…
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Current read, excerpt. The author is describing his horror of insects: "Their angular limbs, their jerky movements, their dry, metallic noises, all suggest either machines that have come to life or life degenerating into mechanism." (p. 8) And then comes the following:
These photos didn't make the Mississippi Kite blog post, for various reasons, but I didn't want to seal them up in the archive without sharing. 🪶 This first photo sort-of (kind-of maybe?) fits the #bestsideeye theme of the day? #MississippiKite
Still archiving. Mississippi Kites over the yard, last summer, eating cicadas and dodging crows. 🪶 (Please tell me that I got the ID right? These are #MississippiKites?) raespencer.com/2026/07/09/m...
Mississippi Kites Dining on Cicadas (while flying over Virginia Suburbs)
Last summer, during cicada season, I saw my first ever Mississippi Kite(s). A Mississippi Kite entering the yard’s airspace. (July 30, 2025) (At least, I believe these birds were Mississippi …
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A few more photos of the #TuftedTitmouse nest box. (For various reasons, these didn't make the blog post...) 🪶
Blog news: interrupting the Mallard series for Project Desktop Decongestion. (My laptop's memory is full...) The first installment is #TuftedTitmouse nests. Stop by for a look and a listen...photos/videos/audio of nestlings! 🪶 raespencer.com/2026/07/05/i...
If you build it [the Tufted Titmouse] will come
Alternate title: Interrupting the Mallard series for desktop-clearing updates from the yard. The yard has always enjoyed regular Tufted Titmouse traffic, but none have stopped to nest. Until now. P…
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Reposting this new chapter of my Mallard journey. Remembering the 🪶 this time! #birds #wildlife #history raespencer.com/2026/05/18/f...
Focusing on Mallards Part VIII: Game markets in the late 19th century—fast transportation and cold storage
It may be that when the law was enacted, that no such thing was contemplated as that game, killed in the autumn of one year, could be preserved, as in this case, so as to be sold a year afterwards …
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More Mallards, more court cases, more history. The newest chapter of my Mallard journey. raespencer.com/2026/05/18/f...
Tiny creatures wriggling in the dragonfly pond! Initial excitement (maybe it's tadpoles!) shifts to woe (nope, it's mosquito larvae). Woe shifts to curiosity (why isn't the mosquito dunk doing its job?). Side quest unlocked! 🧪 #entomology #mosquito #backyard #pond #science
So, on the surface, the following encounter appears to be a mother squirrel moving her kitten to a new nest in a new tree... (01/16) 🦊
New chapter in my ongoing dive into historical Mallard literatures: early statutory provisions for rewarding game informants (1739), funding game police through fines and confiscations (mid-1800s), and, in 1879, Illinois shuts down close-season quail markets. 🪶 raespencer.com/2026/02/05/f...
Focusing on Mallards Part VII: Game informants, game police, and the end of the game market
“Be it further enacted by the Authority aforesaid, That the several Towns in the Province shall have Power, and they are hereby directed…to chose and appoint two meet Persons whose Care…
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That feeling when you wait all day for a spot of sunshine to thaw your sap wells... 🪶 #BackyardBirds #BirdoftheDay
Same bird, same setting, varying coefficients of fluff... 🪶 First, a low coefficient of fluff...
Blog housekeeping: made a page for the Mallard posts. I've been on a journey through the Mallard literatures, and the Mallard posts have become my "show your work" online notebook. Six parts, so far, with Part VII in production. 🪶 raespencer.com/the-mallard-...
The Mallard Posts
Content Warning: This page and the linked posts contain references to hunting, agricultural, and research practices of killing birds. This page contains a photo of a Mallard hunter with his kills. …
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I think cormorants look like they're made of heron parts cobbled together in duck proportions, with the leftover tip of a raptor's beak added as an afterthought. Plus, their tail feathers seem to be part of their landing gear? (Or, at least, their braking systems...) #BirdoftheDay #CaughtinMotion
Stranger Things, Season 5. Thematic spoiler to follow, but no plot spoilers (I hope...?) #StrangerThings #Review
Just a perfect little Hooded Merganser dropping in for a perfect water-landing on a sincere little pond in the suburbs. 🪶
My duck ID skills, in the field, end at Mallard/Not-Mallard. With internet guidance, I'm more competent. But this little flotilla has me stumped. I want to say Mallard, Ringneck, and Greater Scaup, though my confidence level is low...? Photo taken today at a suburban pond in coastal Virginia. 🪶
Our little backyard dragonfly pond tends to accumulate frogs each fall. Last winter's main attraction was a massive bullfrog who loitered until May. The fact that the pond's minnow population plummeted, while the bullfrog was here, is not a coincidence. 🐸
Writing about another writer's writing is, for me, an anxious process. My OCD circuitry is infinite loops with finite exit functions, and I get stuck in edit cycles with every project. But reviews are a whole different level of responsibility. (1/7) #books #bookreviews #writing #poetry
I have a confused relationship with these holidays. Stress, anxiety, nostalgia, overload, silly gifts, glitter, guilt, and that earworm jazz riff from the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack. I want to hide but also be present. Not wholly present, just present enough to breathe. #addHerper
My childhood sky, in Tennessee, was filled with barn swallows. They nested in our sheds and barn, as well as under the bridge that spanned our little creek. Any birds hunting insects, mid-air and near sunset, were barn swallows by default. (Note: The birds in this photo are not barn swallows!) 🪶
I was a ruthless plagiarist, in elementary, and spent years ransacking our children's encyclopedias. My favorite entry was the Roseate Spoonbill. I traced that bird so often it fell out and had to be taped back into place. All of this is to say that I love this image, despite its grainy flaws. 🪶
A long time ago, in a refuge not so far away, I happened upon an otter enjoying a dust bath on a gravel path... #BackBayWildlifeRefuge #otter #addMam
Archive housekeeping means rediscovering images that were saved for a specific purpose, then realizing I forgot the specific purpose. I remember every mistake I ever made, but I can't remember what I meant to say about this end-of-day silhouette of birds roosting in a pine tree... #addBirder