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Muddy Road

…and that was the problem. Not maintained, rutted, overgrown on either side, the mile long drive is the only way by vehicle in and out of this abandoned homestead we now spend half the year on….

I began writing poetry several years ago and still think of myself as a literary fiction writer, not a poet. Not really. Poetry is something I dabble in and play…

Touches of Color

Out West, in the land of conifers, we don’t have the color spectacle that blesses New England this time of year. But our few wild deciduous shrubs and trees do add some lovely accents to our evergreen forests and browning grasslands (…)

Autumn Frog

don’t usually see Pacific Tree Frogs this time of year, so was surprised — and delighted — to see this one hop across my path on the last day of summer (…)

Race for the Pears

It’s that time of year again, when my taste buds give up on peaches and berries and begin longing for crunchy pears and apples (…)

Bat in the Closet

My nephew – an expert critter finder – has been visiting this week.  He was exploring the old homestead on our property in northeast Oregon and found this gorgeous bat…

More Chipping Sparrows

Last week,  I mentioned a late nest of chipping sparrows in a small tree near our parking area.  Now I have some pictures.  You can see how tiny the tree…

Mystery Eggs Update

I’m in Central Oregon this week with a steady wi-fi connection, so I can begin to catch up on some internet work, including long overdue reports on the latest bird…

Mystery Eggs Hatched

The eggs hidden in the rusty tool box have hatched. Hatchlings hoping the camera will feed them. Haven’t been able to spot the parents yet. If anyone knows what species…

Pacific Tree Frog

In a post several months ago, I pondered where Pacific tree frogs go after breeding in watery places.  I don’t have a general answer for that question, but I found…

I craved trilliums yesterday but didn’t have the energy to drive far.   And with 92,000 acres of green space in Portland, Oregon, I didn’t have to.  I drove ten minutes…

Nature Writing

I’ve published (or will soon have published) six pieces over the last year of full-time writing, but the lyric essay – “A Nature Lover’s Phobia” – posted online in Fringe…

Coyote Calling

It was the howling and yipping of coyotes on the edge of the Grande Ronde canyon a few years ago that confirmed for me a need to get closer to the wild….