When Birds are Near--Submit to my new anthology

                 Call for Manuscripts


Pygmy Owl, Lee Vining, CaliforniaDear people who read this blog,

I've launched into my next anthology (this will be #13, which seems pretty lucky--kind of like this lucky owl). See below for guidelines. If you read, you are probably a writer. So: please send me your writing. 








Call for Manuscripts




When Birds are Near: Stories of Adventure with North American Birds.

In 1966, E.B. White published an essay in the New Yorker titled “Mr. Forbush’s Friends” about Edward Howe Forbush who wrote Birds of Massachusetts and Other New England States (1929). White turns to Forbush when he is “out of joint, from bad weather or a poor run of thoughts.” What he loves about Forbush is this:

 “I like to think of him on that June morning in 1908 when, marooned on a sandy islet near the elbow of Cape Cod, his stranded skiff awash, his oars carried to sea, a stiff sou’wester blowing, drifting sand cutting his face, sea rising, he allowed himself to become utterly absorbed in ‘an immense concourse of birds’ resting on the sands, most of them common terns. I see him, again, concealed in the lowest branches of a spruce on a small island off the Maine coast—a soft, balmy night. He is observing the arrival of Leach’s petrels, whose burrows are underneath the tree—eerie, strange birds, whose chucklings and formless sounds might have been the conversation of elves. Or on a night when he visited a heronry among the sand dunes of Sandy Neck, Barnstable: ‘The windless air was stagnant and fetid; swarms of stinging midges, deerflies, and mosquitoes attacked at will; and vicious wood-ticks, hanging from the vegetation, reached for me with their clinging claws, and crawled upon my limbs, seeking an opening to bury their heads in my flesh.’ In such uncomfortable situations, birds being near, Mr. Forbush found the purest delight.”

In the footsteps of Forbush, I am compiling an anthology of bird-related narratives that capture the magic and misery of chasing birds. You don’t have to be eaten by midges and ticks in these tales, but at the heart there needs to be the adventure of the chase and the delight in seeing birds (or perhaps chasing but not seeing birds).

Please send me your stories not longer than 4,000 words (approximately 14 pages double spaced), though all lengths will be considered.

Send to:

Deadline: February 15, 2019

About the editor: I have edited twelve anthologies, including the award-winning Antarctica: Life on the Ice (Travelers’ Tales, 2007). Other collections include Solo: On her Own Adventure (Seal Press, 1996/revised 2005) and Two in the Wild (Vintage, 1999). Cornell University Press will publish When Birds Are Near in 2020. Please be in touch with questions,




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