Fifty years ago, almost every child growing up in rural North America knew the call of a killdeer. A loud "K'deer, K'deer, K'deer" would announce his presence in open fields, pastures, wetlands, ...

I always do a second take when I see a killdeer skittering across a northern New Hampshire lawn, more than 100 miles from any ocean. These lanky birds look and move like they belong at the shore, ...