Squabbling robins barrel rolled

    through the barely budding brush

      by the side rail, formerly a trail

        above the south old clay pit

Sounded like kids arguing

   over a bouncing ball

But that came later

   (In medias res

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No, I don't mean Door County. Though if my wife or I could find full-time, year-round work, I think we would be there. Or at least think about it.

I digress.

What I mean by ``Door Morning'' is that this morning is the one where I truly felt the door to spring opened, a...

So a pair of geese floated on the nearly completely open north old clay pit this morning. I am pretty sure they are the pair that nests on the island on the south pit.

Half of the south pit is still covered with honeycombed ice. The ice came off the north pit about as f...

The last couple weeks we have been doing trial runs of streaming the Stray Casts television broadcast. While we did the news and fishing reports sections, I realized it would be helpful to have something of hard copy on web sites, contact info and such without slowing...

Yesterday, as our daughter and I cut the first morels of the year, she asked why we could not teach Lady to look for them.

``Give them to her to smell,'' she suggested.

I suspect we could actually teach our family mutt to hunt morels, but she would be such a pain in t...

A morning where I had to dig the felt-lined leather boots out of the stuff piled in the mud room (back steps).

The bridge to spring is filled with turnoffs.

And I mean turnoffs.

A week ago, we had 70s, then yesterday several inches of snow.

It just made for an odd Monda...

The first duck since the ice came whistled off near dawn. I think it was a wood duck by the sound of it--I could not see it in the half light--when it flew off the the east side of the north old clay pit.

 Wood ducks are one of my favorite birds. In part because the mal...

As the Canada goose cupped to land on the ice of the north old clay pit, I could not help but watch it land and skid.

One of the things that most irks me about the outdoors is the idealized view too many disconnected folks hold of the perfection of wildlife. Something...

By Dale Bowman

Even before we set out, Lady wanted to get out the pair of gray squirrels messing around on our front porch below the bird feeders.

It is frolicking season.

And dare we say? Spring is coming.

Just a lively morning, and I needed one. Almost as much as I n...