Julie Feinstein

Julie Feinstein

I am a Collection Manager at the American Museum of Natural History, an author, and a photographer. I live in New York City. I recently published my first popular science book, Field Guide to Urban Wildlife, an illustrated collection of natural history essays about common animals. I update my blog, Urban Wildlife Guide, every Sunday.

Jan 162017
 
Where are they now?

Everyone seems to be pretty well informed about the migrations of monarch butterflies in North America. Long distance southbound fliers end up in southern states in the east and in refuges in California and Mexico in the west. In spring, northbound females lay eggs that hatch into butterflies that fly north and lay eggs, reaching […]

Nov 142016
 
November

“In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. […]

Sep 022016
 
Cardinals Doing Fine

Northern cardinals nest in the garden behind my condo every year; it’s a good spot for them with trees, water, and food. They stop by my porchoccasionally and I give them snacks of raisins and peanuts. For the past few days the female pictured above has been going out of her way to make sure […]

May 302016
 
Tree Swallows

Tree swallows spend most of their day flying in pursuit of small aerial insects, gliding swiftly through the air and twisting and turning artistically as their blue feathers flash in the sunlight. This haiku written in 1818 by Issa, one of Japan’s foremost poets, recognizes the aerial exploits of swallow-kind: Gliding through the cloudburst so […]

Mar 082016
 
Restless Hawk

I saw this immature red-tailed hawk last week in Central Park. It was inspecting tree holes. I think it was inspired by the spring weather to think about making a nest. It picked up sticks and carried them, put them down again. When I left the hawk it was standing with its foot on a […]