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.
It’s sad to see this local landmark go.
Little-known fact: Colorado sunshine creates the best peaches in the world!
The warm season is waning, and fall is in the air. Here’s a selection of photos to celebrate the summer of 2016.
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!
We’ve been away from Stillwater nearly a month–much too long for me, and for Chloe, too. But we’re finally back, and happy to be home.
A photographic post on a busy writing day, featuring snow, a big dog, snow, a little dog, and snow.
The thought of my dad coming back as a stately, dignified owl warmed my heart in an unexpected way.
I’m a woman, a writer, a reader, and a friend. I’m a dog-crazy, wilderness-walking nature nut. I’m many things, and being a “breast cancer survivor” is pretty far down on the list.
Every once in a while, even recluses like me have to adjust the angle of the sun on our metaphorical feathers so we can fly another day.