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Once upon a time (stop me if you’ve heard this one), our primary consideration in planning an excursion into the Great Outdoors was limited to researching what birds might be found at a particular location. Was fall or spring migration in progress? Could we hope for wintering birds? Perhaps new bird families would offer an opportunity to observe chicks pestering parents for food or practicing flight lessons. As time progressed, so did… Read More

Anticipation. One dictionary definition describes it as “pleasurable expectation”. As my memory cells fade into unreliability, a few still meld and conjure up examples of “pleasurable expectation”. Fishing trips. When I was very young, Dad would come home on a Friday afternoon and walk around the boat, check the level in the gas tank, put the tackle in the truck – “Want to go to Panasoffkee in the morning?” Anticipation. Now I… Read More

“Ooohhh, look at that one! Can you believe the colors? Wow!!” Okay. I know this may come as a shock to some, but we are not actually “kids”. I mean, chronologically. Gini is a complete adult person but accuses me – hints – that I may not have fully matured emotionally. Also, we were not really in a candy store. But, oh my, what a delicious selection Mother Nature had for us… Read More

Now that I have your attention, hope you are all well today. We are. About two weeks ago, we escaped went out for a bit of fresh air and found ourselves on the edge of the Green Swamp. In a recent post, Brian at  Butterflies To Dragsters described the sensation of our local swamp perfectly:  “The rich, dank smell of bog, ditch, mud and water plants is nicer than the finest perfume.”… Read More

Within the gradually dimming recesses of my memory I recall a spring camping trip in Lincoln National Forest, near Cloudcroft, New Mexico. Through an accidental stroke of genius, I had pitched our tent in such a manner that, from the interior, the tent’s entrance framed a field of wildflowers, beyond which lay an impressive stand of aspen trees. Our first night was, shall we say, “memorable”. (Please do not bring up thunderstorms… Read More