Whooo’s Out There? Do the Dip!

American Dipper in Mountain Stream

Even now, as the winter chill starts to take over the autumn colors, I sit out by a mountain stream each week to just listen, and hear what the birds and water have to say.

These days there aren’t many other critters around, except the Dipper.

I sit in my 1968 REI down coat, basking in the sun, as the coatless dipper walks in the freezing creek shallows looking for lichen, bugs and…