Sunday, I was walking in the woods in a park behind what will be tiny suburban farm plots. It was 4:30 or so, dim and cloudy and a little below freezing. Prematurely crepuscular.

( Suddenly, a big bird swooped across the path )

Fierce Creatures, part deux, I guess ( Read more... )

There is a wooden birdhouse in our dogwood in the front yard, and it had what I assumed was an aborted nest. You know how a bird will start to build in a crevice or cranny that seems likely to her/his bird eye, then be made too nervous to finish? ( Note to self on tiny bird dilemma )