A summer weekday with humidity levels and air temperatures both in the mid-eighties led me to believe it was a perfect day to grab…
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I am convinced that the hummingbirds frequenting my feeders communicate with me. No, the heat hasn’t affected my good senses. After all, it’s not…
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Poised like paratroopers on D-Day, we waited for our signal to jump, to make the leap of our lives, the one we had trained…
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My bird feeders are hubs of activity each winter and into the early days of spring. Every year seems to attract new animals. There…
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I sat on a knoll concealed by trees and brushes on the edge of my deer woods one early fall morning. Straight ahead was…
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November is always a busy month with Thanksgiving preparations, holiday shopping, deer season and Christmas lights. This year I got lucky. It was 65…
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Not long ago I read that scientists had discovered bacteria, I think it was, that thrived in an environment of benzene. They were trying…
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Have you watched children just before bedtime on a day when they have played hard and filled with fun? There’s a sudden burst of…
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When I was old enough to ride my bike outside the confines of my immediate neighborhood, my usual summer destination was Edison Park which…
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Dreams are fascinating to me. Even the strange and twisted ones. Where do they come from? Why do we have them? What do they…