The pinking of the sky in the early dawning. The cool pine-scented breeze flowing down from the mountains. The growing golden light casting long shadows across the fields of sage dotted with bright golden flowers, touching the tops of the
This may not seem like a big deal unless you have bears residing on your property. Then, you’ll spend the winter worrying about them—how CAN they live without food and water? They can’t be alive! I’ve had 23 years of
Huckleberry Bear Bear is quite elderly now, so foolishly, we trusted him. We wash the bear enclosures with a powerful hose, which is an object of great interest for the bears. (Ramble the grizzly snares one with some regularity and
As I walk through the early morning cold, the wolves and coyotes begin their morning howl. I let the beauty of the sound vibrate through me, into me, into every cell of my body until the music of the howls
Sally the Chicken was on the office porch as she often is, sunning herself, when something told me she wanted attention. When I bent to pet her, she tucked her body and gave me a look that said, “Well come
The pinking of the sky in the early dawning. The cool pine-scented breeze flowing down from the mountains. The growing golden light casting long shadows across the fields of sage dotted with bright golden flowers, touching the tops of the trees in their fresh spring greenery as the entire land
This may not seem like a big deal unless you have bears residing on your property. Then, you’ll spend the winter worrying about them—how CAN they live without food and water? They can’t be alive! I’ve had 23 years of winter worry for our older bears, and although they come
Huckleberry Bear Bear is quite elderly now, so foolishly, we trusted him. We wash the bear enclosures with a powerful hose, which is an object of great interest for the bears. (Ramble the grizzly snares one with some regularity and seems to find a thrill in the upset caused by
As I walk through the early morning cold, the wolves and coyotes begin their morning howl. I let the beauty of the sound vibrate through me, into me, into every cell of my body until the music of the howls and I become one. 30 March. The melting mounds of
Sally the Chicken was on the office porch as she often is, sunning herself, when something told me she wanted attention. When I bent to pet her, she tucked her body and gave me a look that said, “Well come on, pick me up.” So I did. I was expecting
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