I received the call at 3 AM. A telephone pole. An electric wire. Andy. Gone. The phone call came from the summer camp where, for many years, I had been a camper and then a counselor. I remembered the years when I was on OD and, until midnight, walked among the bunks to assure that…
In 2016 my bird feeder won an award—given by the birds—as bird feeder of the year. I was flying high! and delighted to receive the accolades bestowed upon “That Individual Who Fills His, Or Her, Feeder With The Finest Selection Of Seeds And Suet.” The award is not political and is determined by a panel…
Sheltering with the Loons 