by Shelly Reuben on April 3rd

Had someone asked me to come up with a thousand different scenarios about how our war against Terror Birds would ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 27th

I have this vivacious 17-year-old friend named Ellen. I think she wants to be a lawyer when she grows up. ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 20th

When Special Investigator Clayton Yonder (a.k.a. my boyfriend) came out on the podium of the Gossamer Gardens ballroom to speak ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 13th

Soon after the DNA lab results on the feather came back to the Avian Slaughter Task Force, Special Investigator Clayton ..

by Shelly Reuben on March 6th

If you give it a moment’s thought, you might agree that love and war are not mutually exclusive. Consider, for ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 27th

Okay. So, as things stood in my living room on that Saturday morning, our bellies were full of bagels, but ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 20th

There is something comfortably anti-climactic about sitting down with fellow-investigators after a wildly energetic period of evidence collection. When, with ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 13th

After I arrived home – accompanied by Archie and our new friend Daffney, the normal-sized and weirdly adorable chickadee – ..

by Shelly Reuben on February 6th

Clayton Yonder – my boyfriend, my hero, and potentially the protector of all imperiled wildlife – did not call me ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 30th

There is an aspect of crisis management that is less dramatic than the urgency of dismantling an actual threat. It’s ..