- - Beating flames Rain falls in the rhythm of a bird’s heartbeat; but when the crow cries, his raucous call does not ...

- - Little stints Under white cloud mountains as stiff as meringue the shore pulled away, me in a daze of life. The windowed, curving m...

- - Ode to a Turkey Vulture “The other world is to be found, as usual, inside this one.” ~ Susan Sontag O companion of my heart, I am...

- - Killdeer, by John James Audubon from the book The Birds of America “The passage into mystery always refreshes. If, when we work, we...

- - I'm trying my first Magpie, Tess Kincaid's (of the grand Life at Willow Manor ) writing prompt from her blog Magpie Tales . It...

- - Aren't they beautiful? The mother found this teepee shelter in the black locust wood near the old fallen apple tree to build her ...

- - It was disappointing Sunday when I was sitting outside in the summery breeze, writing on the laptop, and Don came rushing up to call m...

- - The Norwegian Jøtul wood stove in the family room (where we spend most of our home awake time -- where I write, read, work on photog...

- - Because of some beautiful experiences with bluebirds (especially this one I posted about), I have paid close attention to them. Bei...

- - My leather clogs are soaked with dew and yesterday's rainfall through to my socks, and my backside is damp from the roughhewn rai...

- - Two years ago, in the spring, Don's cell phone rang at 4:00AM. It was the Post Office saying his chicks had arrived and to please c...