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That Chickadee Must Be from Chicago
A dear friend of mine is dying and his wife tells me about their days and nights. It’s like he’s melting, basically, she says. Every day there’s a little less of Continue reading
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A dear friend of mine is dying and his wife tells me about their days and nights. It’s like he’s melting, basically, she says. Every day there’s a little less of Continue reading
Recently I was in Oklahoma for an evening, in a rolling gentle woods on the east side of the state, and I got to talking to a man who told me Continue reading
My young sons and I, led by the extraordinary nose of the House Wolf, discover a rat living under the porch. We’d watched the House Wolf track the scent, nose the Continue reading
The annual dragonfly hatch in our city being in full swing, with any casual glance conning the most amazing and populous zigzaggery (“it’s like the world is filled with beautiful tiny Continue reading
My idea of a deep wilderness, personally, being an older shuffling guy, is a suburban park in which an attentive soul might, in an hour or two of keeping his eyes Continue reading