Happy New (wildlife-watching) Year to all readers, says James Lowen

My sky is never empty. At dawn there may be just a lone crow beating a steady path north, or at dusk, the curiously undulating, huge wings of a heron heading to roost in a willow above the ditch. Duck

It’s a cold, clear February evening on Brighton beach. The sun has not yet dipped below the horizon and the last of the light is that strange, luminescent blue that presages dusk. Hundreds of pairs of

Nadia Shaikh watches out for signs of life each February, the month that gives us a teaser trailer for spring

Karen Youngs encounters some warty amphibians on a risky mission during a drizzly early evening walk

Bursting into life in the depths of winter, snowdrops are little symbols of hope, a sign that spring will be coming. Thriving in damp soil, snowdrops are often found in clusters beneath trees or carpe