In the lowermost layer of the pond I make my home. In the deepest, darkest, and dankest part of the pool I sleep through the cold season. By immuring myself against cold and hunger, my immovable body becomes part of the watery world, my immobile form invites vegetation to take hold, and aquatic animals live … Continue reading My Turtle Self
Happening upon this “abandoned” fawn at a small rural cemetery, I wasn’t tempted to call the Division of Wildlife, but I was overcome with sufficient anxiety about its well-being to be able to relate to concerned citizens who do. Or worse, who pick up the baby deer and take it home, or to a rehab … Continue reading Spring Babies
More often than not, you will see signs of my activity, rather than see me personally. I gnaw off tree trunks and branches, which serves a threefold purpose: it keeps my teeth, which grow throughout my lifetime, at the proper length; it provides me with nutrition, herbivore that I am; and last but not least, … Continue reading Who Am I?
The way I deal with the stresses of life is by spending as much time in nature as possible, away from (most) people. We are fortunate to live in a quasi-rural rather than an urban area, with access to plentiful parks and open spaces, where it’s relatively easy to avoid crowds. It is what I … Continue reading Meet My March Mammals
Do you remember the elation I felt about my first encounter with one of our local Bighorn Sheep this past summer? Multiply that excitement by sixty, and you will be able to relate to my sheer sense of delight about a more recent event. Erinnerst Du Dich noch über mein Hochgefühl, als ich im vergangenen … Continue reading More Sheep
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