Tufted titmouse
Tufted titmouse shared the porch shade with me for approximately 5 seconds. I love summer.
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Tufted titmouse shared the porch shade with me for approximately 5 seconds. I love summer.
Annoyingly wet Spring morning, only two days into the season. The trees on the horizon look ever so slightly thicker in their bareness: the sap and the buds doing their stuff, just invisible to us yet, “us” being the largely untrained (okay, I’ve had some ornithology training by people who were just as happy … Continue reading Woodpeckers and, I hope, a hawk.
I have assigned myself the task of listening to Bill Bryson‘s A Short History of Nearly Everything by the time of next Saturday night’s lecture at the Mercantile.This book sits currently (in my mental bookcase if not my physical bookcase) with Richard Dawkins and my fancy anniversary illustrated copy of The Origin of the Species. … Continue reading More books
Though I grew up in the countryside and wandered in the woods as I grew up, I knew little about the names of things. I knew oaks from maples and robins from that which was not a robin. I knew pine trees and boxwood bushes. I knew what I thought were hawks but which were … Continue reading Hawks