I wandered into the mossy section of the woods. Slate peeked through the path where the dirt had worn away, and in the woods, fallen pine trees were covered with lichen. The area in between tree and trail was mossy and green despite the December chill. It's been a dry fall, no snow, little rain. … Continue reading Quiet Interlude
Category: wildlife
without a word
Birds are Dinosaurs
I remember kayaking on the Charles River near Boston. The river was narrow, and overhung with trees. Vines and bushes crowded the bank while dragonflies skimmed over the water. I went around a bend, startling a Great Blue Heron into flight. It gave a honking squawk as it beat its great wings and took off … Continue reading Birds are Dinosaurs
Butterfly Neighbors
Despite the quarantine, or perhaps because of it, I've been spending my summer making new friends. I'm embarrassed to say, that despite living among them for my entire life, I'm just now making their acquaintance. Please allow me to introduce them - I'm sure some of them, or perhaps their cousins, live near you as … Continue reading Butterfly Neighbors
Love Bug
bumble bee on red clover with dog nose
Becoming a Feud
This doe is out of control. Once again she has terrorized my poor pup. vulnerable puppy, before being terrorized by doe I was sitting in my back yard when Beatle started barking. Sure enough the doe was back. You can see one of our previous encounters (we've had several) here. In the photo below you … Continue reading Becoming a Feud
Morning Excursion
It’s been a busy morning, full of unexpected company. It began as I took my dog for a walk along a nearby back road. I had just stopped to say hello to a butterfly, when I notice a red fox up ahead. Fortunately, I saw it before my dog, so by the time she threw … Continue reading Morning Excursion
By Tooth and Claw: A Day in the Life
How one deer deals with dogs.
A Poem for Today
Mother Carey’s Hen There are days I don’t think about the sea; weeks wash by, in fact,then a shearwater - or some such- flutters byon the salt flats fanning out in my mind’s eye,reflected there, a shimmering reverie, recalling the pact I once made (and renew today) to hold to a higher altitude.But note the … Continue reading A Poem for Today
Morning Poem
Morning Poem by Mary Olivwer
The Nature of Things 