Before long, it seems that if you spend enough evenings behind the puddle, you eventually get to meet a human. This evening, while Brian and I were enjoying the quiet from the patio, we noticed a young boy standing behind the brush at the edge of the empty lot, trying his luck with a fishing… Continue reading

This afternoon I pulled into the driveway, parked beside the white pine, gathered my things, opened the car door, and looked up. There was Pinecone. Already settled into the white pine, happily working away at the woodpecker’s suet log. The funny part wasn’t that Pinecone was there. By now we’ve come to expect an occasional… Continue reading

Some of the birds have become familiar companions. The herons are impossible to miss when they glide across the puddle. The hawks almost always catch my attention simply because of their size. After nearly twenty years, the purple martins belong to this neighborhood as much as any of us do. Every now and then I… Continue reading