
Walkin’ the blues away
With just enough ice to support her twenty-three pounds, she came running down a hill becoming airborne, her beagle ears flapping in the wind. Continue reading Walkin’ the blues away
With just enough ice to support her twenty-three pounds, she came running down a hill becoming airborne, her beagle ears flapping in the wind. Continue reading Walkin’ the blues away
Summer, remembered. It was once suggested to me by a friend in rural Missouri who lived in an old Sears … Continue reading Summer remembered
Or How Luka the dog fared as assistant birdwatcher Three months have passed since I posted “Birding with Luka … Continue reading Another Birding Season on the Ompomponoosuc River