I can almost always see seagulls flying overhead. They fly over my house, sometimes so high that I can barely tell they are birds. They look like luminous white balloons tossed in tandem through the wind. A few weeks ago, after finishing Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place (1991) by Terry Tempest Williams,... Continue Reading →
Baby Robins outside My Window
A few weeks ago we noticed a robin in its nest outside our family room window. As we sat on the couch to read or watch television, the robin would sit in its nest. During my husband’s Saturday yard routine, he sneaked a peek into the nest and saw four bright blue eggs. We hoped... Continue Reading →