Living

What Time is It, Mr. Fox?

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Looking at the footage of his run, he seemed to be chasing for fun instead of hunger, trotting with his head held high instead of moving low and fast. I wondered if he had, perhaps, already eaten. I wondered if foxes sometimes hunt for play.

Living

A Three Mile Drive

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I know what should be blooming, singing, or visiting any time, but I revel in the surprises. Over the summer, a frog moved into the front gardens. What a sweet marker of the returning health of this tiny bit of land! I adore hearing his frog songs at night, mixed in with the sounds of the night chorus.

bear

Column: The Bear Path

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Sheri Barker encounters a mother black bear and her cubs, and ponders the great bear energy wending its way through the end of summer.