Last Friday I was watching a finch hop its way across the top railing of our deck toward one of our bird feeders. Right behind him was a mourning dove walking with its usual head jerky walk. Both were within inches of one of our bird feeders when I saw a blur of color which suddenly morphed into an …
In case you are as out of it as I was until recently, Facebook is where everyone is connecting, how everyone is communicating, and how old friends are finding each other. About a month ago I finally got onto Facebook, and created a username and password I didn’t write down, and began setting up a …
When Mark and I got Dusty and Little Dipper, people asked us if we were going to dress our dogs in little outfits. We said no, maybe even “No way!” The thing is, when our dogs are really fuzzy, they stay perfectly warm in the winter, but when we get them trimmed, they shiver …
I was riding my mountain bike in a wildlife research area in October 2005 when I saw both a gray and white rabbit and a smaller black rabbit near the parking lot. Wild rabbits are usually brown, and domestic rabbits don’t last long in the wild. So, I went home, grabbed Mark, and returned to find my friend, Brenda, …
Mid-Michigan only reached a high of 20 degrees this weekend, and on such cold days, the choice between being in the great outdoors and snuggling on our couch and its pile of pillows and fuzzy blankets is not a hard one. But toasty and warm as I am inclined to be, come around 4:00 or so, this little face shows up and looks up at me. …
It’s a great Christmas when: Everyone arrives safely and in time for dinner. People are happy with what they got. People are happy about what you got…in this case, my ghillie suit. The dog is happy with what he got. Everyone has a good time playing with toys. You receive something very, very special you …
In the spring of 2009, my mother and I drove down memory lane, which is a stupid term considering we drove up and down numerous streets or lanes. But let’s not get distracted. The small town in question is the southeastern Michigan town of Sturgis, and it is there that we drove past Mom’s childhood …
The poorly named red-spotted purple butterfly
Having established that the palm warbler and other smaller birds are poorly named, I began to wonder about the larger birds on my lake, namely, the geese and swans. I got online and learned that a male swan is a cob, a female swan is a pen, a female goose is a hen and a …
Last Sunday morning, I offered to take our female dog, Little Dipper, to McDonald’s for coffee and a $1 sausage biscuit. Not that they’re spoiled, but Little Dipper and our male dog, Dusty, share a sausage biscuit most weekends. Dusty stayed home to guard the house and Mark. Mark said he would “do the cinnamon …