This is Azrael’s advice to a dear friend of mine whom I’ve known for over ten years. We met in New Mexico at a museum conference. Arthur is one of the kindest soul’s I have met in this chaotic and often unpredictable world. When I found out he reads obituaries as a daily ritual,…
Read MoreI love birds, except for blue jays. Why my hate of them? There was a blue jay last year that destroyed the barn swallow nest under the patio. The swallows laid four clutches of eggs and with every clutch, the blue jay would eat the eggs. On the last attempt by this blue jay,…
Read More“When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of the other on his breast.” – John Burroughs Photograph – © Christena Stephens
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Who knew cursing at one of my camera traps would literally bring a cow to coming running? Well, not running, but her curiosity caught the best of her and she came quickly enough that it appeared as if she ran. In February of this year, I was having a heck of a time with a…
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Forgotten Winds 