If you spend much time near a South Texas river or lake, you have probably noticed one or more ducks rapidly flying overhead while whistling a tune. These are black-bellied whistling ducks. They are ...

If you live in our area along the Texas coast, you might have been lucky enough to see a black-bellied whistling duck or maybe whole swarms of them. These ducks don’t behave like any other duck we see ...

Readers have recently asked about a flock of handsome ducklike birds hanging out in their driveways or backyards. The birds are black-bellied whistling ducks with eye-catching color contrasts. Their ...

In August 2010, I wrote a column about the black-bellied whistling-duck. It’s an odd “tree duck” that looks like a cross between a goose and a duck. Its genus name, Dendrocygna, means “tree swan.” ...

THE white-faced whistling tree duck became locally extirpated in Trinidad in the 1930s. Several years ago the Pointe-a-Pierre Wildfowl Trust started the breeding of this beautiful and useful species ...

Readers have been asking me about some odd-looking ducks roaming their yards. I understand the wonderment. Black-bellied whistling-ducks don’t walk like typical ducks, nor feed like typical ducks.

Explore Boardroom, where Yahoo and Boardroom Sports cover the business and culture behind the biggest sports stories. The Black-Bellied Whistling Ducks, found the first week of September at an Amish ...

Fulvous whistling duck, Dendrocygna bicolor (formerly; Anas bicolor), also known as the fulvous tree duck, the fulvous duck, large whistling teal, and the fulvous whistle-duck, photographed at Awash ...

Black-bellied whistling ducks are appearing all over Polk County. And when they show up, they're hard to miss. In addition to the black bellies, the large ducks have red bills, chestnut breasts and ...

One of the most fascinating and valuable things about wildlife is that it serves as environmental monitors for us human residents as it constantly adapts to changes in the natural world that we may ...

There’s a depth in which I’m comfortable wading through southwest Florida’s wet-weather ponds, and that’s right about my waist. I feel that any deeper and I’ll be unable to mount a meaningful retreat ...