Month: August 2016


I came back out of the bedroom last night to collect the folded clothing Garry had earlier washed and put on the coffee table for appropriate distribution. Gibbs and Bonnie were standing four-square on the end table next to where… Read More ›


Juncos are always busy in our woods. We used to have more robins, but the juncos seem to have displaced them, at least for now. The balance is ever-changing and we humans, no matter how sentimental we feel about our… Read More ›