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It’s time! It’s here! Let the trumpets sound. Spring has arrived to the Concord River. Or, as Margaret Wise Brown wrote in her iconic book, Pussy Willow: When the pussy willows happen …then it is spring. The pussy willows are … Continue reading
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(drum roll please) Franny and her mate. Let’s call him Clemant! A little history lesson: last year Franny was my breeding female, along with Harry. Both named after my parents. Well, this year, Franny is back! And her mate is … Continue reading
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I couldn’t wait! I had to know. But the cries at the chills that passed through the tender shoots made me sad. I’m referring to the perennials and bulbs that have started to reach for the sun. But the poor … Continue reading
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“Just you and the river, and no one to talk with?” Kenneth Grahame Oh Mole, my sweet Mole, one can never be lonely on a river. There are just so many wonderful creatures with whom to share my time. There … Continue reading
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This weekend is the Great Backyard Bird Count hosted by the Audubon Association and Cornell Lab. http://gbbc.birdcount.org/ Now I admit it’s not easy to count moving targets, especially when most of them look alike. Participating is easy (http://gbbc.birdcount.org/get-started/)–just register and … Continue reading
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In 1887, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle gave the world their first glimpse of one of literature’s most beloved characters, Sherlock Holmes. Today I pay homage to Sir Doyle with my own study in scarlet. And what better bird to represent … Continue reading
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Chew and screw (that too!) is what they do. About a billion ducks arrived two days ago, blocking the sun with their dark wings. They stayed for a couple of days eating my cracked corn, enjoying a little copulation (yes, … Continue reading
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… of the river. Winter has finally come to my small corner of the Concord River. Our first snowfall didn’t bring the right type of snow for a snowdog, or snowman, or even a snowgnome, but it did bring a … Continue reading
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Truly! I have no idea what was on the menu, but an immature bald eagle seemed to be enjoying it. The eagle was riding his meal as they slowly headed toward Lowell, pulling out entrails and other long, squishy-looking things. … Continue reading
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Yesterday marked Thanksgiving Day. Last night I offered up thanks for my bounty of blessings to the moon above. She reflected onto the river like the ghostly galleon Alfred Noyes wrote about in his beautiful poem, The Highwayman. To truly … Continue reading
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