Walking Alone Hare There, and Everywhere
A pair of snowshoe hares scattering from the shoulder remind me why I like to get up early. Hares mostly…
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Spring
What began as eight pine siskins jockeying for position on the thistle feeder when I sat down at the kitchen…
A Late Winter Lunch
It’s funny how perspectives change. In August, the thought of late February, conjures of images of darkness, bare trees, a…