They’re perky little guys with bright eyes and cheerful dispositions that bop around the deck going “beep! beep!” all day long.
A mysterious, moving, 70-mile-wide blob on our local weather radar turned out to be… butterflies!
“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.” –H.D. Thoreau
The first of several posts on Winter Storm Valerie.
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.
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!
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.
February 20th was a windy, snowy day, but we braved the cold and went for a walk anyway.
I have a clean desk, a cover, and a plot all worked out on an inch-high stack of index cards. Let the wrangling begin!
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