Magic surrounds us, ephemeral and fleeting, alive for mere moments and too often thrown away.
Hunting Wabbits is serious business. Just ask Elmer Fudd. Or, ask Chloe. She’s an expert!
And you thought human mothers were devoted!
What Western bird nests on the ground, lays a small clutch of pale blue eggs with rust-colored spots, and looks like a calm Quaker maiden in an unadorned gray dress?
Blue is recovering from the stresses of shelter life and the shock of meeting Chloe and Jesse. Gradually, he’s weaving his way into the fabric of our family.
How did this happen? I should be the boss of me, not some crazy bird!