And Then There Were None
Needless to say, there was no peril. I pose no more threat to those young than their own parents, and without the responsibility of raising them, am free to feel nothing but delight in their well-being.
Writings about the Natural World In and Around Jim’s Home in Northwest Georgia
Writings about the Natural World In and Around Jim’s Home in Northwest Georgia
Needless to say, there was no peril. I pose no more threat to those young than their own parents, and without the responsibility of raising them, am free to feel nothing but delight in their well-being.
I have just made a turn when a surge of adrenaline says “go!” I feel the rush for a split second before I see the swarm surrounding the tractor. There is nowhere I can go.
I am wading through chin-deep grass toward the pond. At the far reaches of my lamp, two pair of low,…
There is one largemouth bass in my pond. By bass standards she is not particularly large, but by small pond…
A slender moon waxing to first quarter waits for the chasing sun to steel it’s glory as I scan the…
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