Suppose you’re hunting voles. I know, it’s not on any list of grocery items, but just suppose. It’s winter. It’s 20 Below. And you’re hungry. There are a lot of holes. Which […]
Sadly, one flicker can’t say the same.
Hawk has its tree. Cat has his stump. And that’s that.
At 15 Below, all the little chickadees were in the weeds, and the hawk came by over my left shoulder at 1 metre altitude, seeing who it could spook. While it was […]
Following the new deer trail uphill because the clouds are so beautiful today. Ah, the hawks are back. Here’s one looking for a marmot on Marmot Rock, on Marmot Hill. […]
Just, like, hanging out at the lake, checking out the hoarfrost, but what’s this? First, the geese left in the fog. Bye, you crazy lot! And then the gulls got worked up. […]
In the panorama of the hill, there are flashes of colour, very specific, which signify human food and the season in which they will be found. Indigenous humans spread seeds from those […]
One of the curious results of mixing houses with farmland is that farmers, or their designates, can shoot deer, with bows or crossbows, in areas otherwise closed to hunting. The deer know […]
Who needs a nest, a web, or any of that fooferall that ties a girl down so… … when the mustard … … ah, the mustard … … does it all for […]
There’s nothing like a hunt for mice and housecats …. … for romance. Form helps. And doing it together. (Even though one has to work to keep up.)