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...

Changes come, inevitably. Changes always come with a push-pull: a push to reach the new, a pull back to the famiiar. Thought of that this...

Quick, how many geese would you guess in the photo? Over the years, I think that I have become fairly good at estimating bird or animal...

The pre-dawn stripped red and rainbow colors across the sky as Lady and I rambled on down the alley behind the bus barn, adding hints of...

OK, I was wrong the other day. Both of the Butt Buckets outside of the town's corner tavern were not themed for the Chicago Bears. No,...

Barefoot and wading through the squishy mud of our neighbor's stream looking for bullfrogs with my younger brother is one of my favorite...

With the daily routine of the morning ramble, I learn the natural rhythms in my piece of God's good earth. Everything has its place in...

A wall of avian sound--cooing of mourning doves in all idrections, robins from trees and lawns, blackbirds and grackles in trees and...

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...