Chris Fink

Chris Fink tells us the story of a very sick bird.

For the love of the goose, don't call them "sky carp." It's all a matter of context, says Chris Fink.

You've got to be in the right place at the right moment — and Chris Fink was, when the mulberry tree let loose.

Chris Fink joins a ragtag team of adventurers as they — saiddle? paddail? — their way down The Great River.

Chris Fink leaves his forties in the dust.

Someone is sending secret messages to Chris Fink in the wilds of Minnesota. Can he decode "Sandscript?"

Perspectives author Chris Fink rolls into a Mystery Spot.

Two turkey hunters entered the predawn darkness of a spring wood.Well, let’s be honest. One was a turkey hunter, and the other was his neighbor, outfitted…

In April sometimes, in the morning, looking into the limbs of the catalpa tree from my upstairs window, I see strange creatures that don’t seem to belong.…

My eyeglasses are like a school of fish that swim through the house. Just yesterday I knew their secret hiding places. Where are they today? It’s morning,…