August 24, 2026
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Staying Is Not the Whole Story
A few days ago, I looked across the puddle and thought I was seeing a mallard with its head held strangely. The distance, sunlight, and glare made it difficult to tell, and zooming in only helped so much. Eventually I could see the long pointed bill, compact body, chestnut-colored neck, and dark blue-green wings well… Continue reading
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Puddle Stories | Apparently the Grass Is on the Menu
Apparently bird feeders are optional. We have spent plenty of time making sure there is seed in the feeders, suet in the logs, and fresh water in the fountain. We have watched the birds figure out which feeder belongs to whom, only to discover that none of them seem particularly concerned about our intended assignments.… Continue reading
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Stanley Came to Our Side
Earlier today, our Green Heron visitor stood in one of the familiar places along the puddle. It is such a small, quiet presence compared with the Great Blue Herons that even after I know where it is, I sometimes have to look twice to find it among the water, shadows and vegetation. Later, Stanley stood… Continue reading
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Behind the Puddle | Continuity
Today is my sister Julie’s birthday. Birthdays have a way of making us stop and count time. Another year. Another trip around the sun. Another number added to the story. We celebrate birthdays as individual days, but of course that isn’t really where the growing happens. It happens in all the days between them. I… Continue reading
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