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I thought he was dead. Along with his right leg, I thought Hobby was down in Davy Jones locker, or whoever has a locker in a freshwater river. The last time Hobby visited was in August. Jill (my friend) and … Continue reading
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Along with sunfish, the carp of the Concord River abound. Fishermen troll up and down the river hoping to catch that elusive mother of all carp. Tales are told about five foot fish pulling duckings to the depths of the … Continue reading
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Like the monarch butterflies, red-winged blackbirds, Baltimore orioles, and ruby-throated hummingbirds, Summer has flown away. A few hummer stragglers visit the nectar feeders, but the majority of them are now in sunny Florida. Perhaps they’ll stop over at Disney for … Continue reading
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First and foremost, I wish to send my sorrow and love to the victims of September 11, 2001. May their spirits soar and may their loved ones find peace with their loss. Blessed be. Can you hear her? While I … Continue reading
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Ahh, those lazy, hazy, crazy dog days. According to Brady’s Clavis Calendaria, the Dog Days, running from July 24 to August 24, were believed to be an evil time when “the Sea boiled, the Wine turned sour, Dogs grew mad, … Continue reading
With a nod to the spaghetti western of 1966 (Really? Was it that long ago I fell in love with Clint?), here is my saga, set against the backdrop of the Concord River. The Good The hummingbird garden is in … Continue reading
The fish are definitely jumpin’, and the thistle is high and in bloom, with a brilliant splash of yellow on the white, downy puffs. I’m sure Gershwin would have written a song or two about such a marvelous sight. This … Continue reading
Yup, she finally did it! After waiting and waiting, Mama finally laid her eggs and stopped by a few days ago with ducklings in a row. Four chicks and a proud Mama walked onto the lawn while I was having … Continue reading
While filling the feeder tonight, I heard a soft quack behind me. Mama! You would have thought I had just been visited by Apollo, I was so excited. I knelt down to offer her some cracked corn, and she came … Continue reading
Perhaps you recognize the haunting words from Alfred Noyes’ narrative poem, The Highwayman, a story of love, danger, and death. This poem came to mind last weekend as 2013’s largest moon was as ghostly as a pirate’s galleon, reflecting upon … Continue reading
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