Emerging from a deep snow always feels a little like waking from a dream–one where the world is candy-coated, time stands still, and all that matters is playing fetch, taking pictures, and memorizing the beauty of an unexpected storm.
Stillwater Diary, April 19. 2017 It’s mating season! The birds are singing their hearts out, serenading their lady-loves, the mountain lion is squalling like a cat in heat (because she is a cat in heat!), and the jackrabbits are duking it out on the Great Plains. This seems like a very peculiar ritual, but jackrabbits […]
Magic surrounds us, ephemeral and fleeting, alive for mere moments and too often thrown away.
Stillwater Diary, January 22, 2017 We had company for breakfast this morning! We were surprised to see even one bobcat in such open ground in daylight, since bobcats are primarily nocturnal. We occasionally see them at a distance, but only one at a time. Today, we had four, traveling in single file across the hillside. […]
How many badgers could a badger budger budge if a badger budger could budge badgers?
The wild is where we came from, and going to the woods is going home.