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Poetry Corner

Once again it’s time for my Poetry Corner, starring my hawk, although I can’t be sure it’s the same hawk. Continue reading

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What is essential?

How does one determine what is and isn’t essential? Consider this caterpillar; is it essential? It’s a cool caterpillar that lives in oak leaf litter. It flips over to show its pinkish-purple belly, thus playing dead. Eventually it will finish … Continue reading

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Bluebirds All Day Long

‘Bluebirds singing a song; nothing but bluebirds all day long.’ Irving Berlin I’ve spent close to 65 years on this blue sphere called planet Earth and only saw juvenile bluebirds in photographs. Up until now, that is. My bluebirds, you … Continue reading

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The Lusty Month of May is Here!

It’s the merry, merry, lusty month of May. The month when naughty thoughts run wild and maidens swoon for strong men with pirate grins. My, my, I just might need a cold shower in a moment. For those of us … Continue reading

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That Which Shall Not Be Named

This blog post is not about that which shall not be named. You know what I’m referring to. No, not him. You know. Yes, that! I’m not going to blog about it. I’m not going to name it. I’m not … Continue reading

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Time and tide wait for no man.

Nor do they wait for an elderly woman in her sixties who’s recovering from hip surgery and grieving over losing her sister. Three months have passed since Dyan’s death. It seems like eons since I last spoke to her, damn … Continue reading

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Be Counted

No, I’m not referring to the US Census. Being counted refers to joining the The Great Backyard Bird Count. And super easy.  Plus you can do your counting in your jammies with bed-head hair if you’re so inclined. Join at: … Continue reading

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Bleak

The circle of life can be a very bleak circle. Continue reading

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Stop playing games with my head!

I’m referring to Old Man Time. He’s messing with my head again and I want him to stop! “Old man time, he’s so mean; Meanest man you’ve ever seen.” (Lyrics from the song.) And he’ll play tricks with your mind, … Continue reading

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Finally!!!!!!!

It took her long enough! I’ve been patient, I have, but I’d given up hope at ever seeing chicks this season when what do I see, a proud hen with six cute, little ducklings. It took her long enough. She … Continue reading

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