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A Downy Visitor

Pileated, red-bellied, and yellow-bellied woodpeckers all come regularly for the suet, but the little downies are nearly omnipresent at the feeding station. Male and female sometimes come together, other times...
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One of Her and Eleven of Us

As happy as I was to have hiking guides and transportation for my last day on the island, I was a bit disappointed to see a dog in the car...
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Birding by Ear in Anchorage

I am downstairs, sitting in the rocking chair next to the hearth where the wood stove used to be. It is early morning. I am thinking about the next three...
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Jeremiah

These lyrics came to me one evening while driving the roads on Kodiak Island and I thought maybe a few folks might appreciate them. Feel free to comment--especially if you...
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October Treasures

On any given day there are many reasons to walk the farm—discoveries to be made, wildlife to encounter. This time of year, I like to see what is blooming, hear...
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Hull Go!

Over the next few weeks, I plan on posting some works in progress from my Chestnut Ridge story. The story is one that has taken a very different shape from...
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Yellow Skies and Silver Rainbows

Through dense, steep forest the gravel road climbs and winds for two miles before peaking and descending slowly into the gorge. In total, the drive is five slow miles. I...
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Warbling In The Clouds

It is eight o’clock in the morning and my day has peaked. It will not get any better than it is right now. How could it? After staying up late...
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Here Am I!

A sign at the trailhead tells us how to get along. Cyclists, runners, horsemen and walkers share the trail that winds through my woods. I call the woods mine, because...
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