by George Jacobi I’ve had the Courant delivered forever. I walk joyfully out to the mailbox at dawn, rain or snow notwithstanding, to greet the new day with its birdsong and news. Yet I think it’s about over for me. I suspect you’d agree that without in-depth written reporting one is adrift on an ocean […]
You Tell Me That It’s E-volution Read Post »
by George Jacobi Motion catches my eye and I look up from the desk. A Pileated Woodpecker has landed in the ragged cherry tree just outside my window and almost immediately begins pounding on a spot at the fork of two major branches. Through the window the thunk is muffled but unmistakable. Usually if I
Monkeys in the Trees? Read Post »
by George Jacobi One robin remained into the new year, living off the suet crumbs that fell from my feeder or were knocked off by more sophisticated winter birds. It didn’t disappear until the recent bitter cold snap. I hope he/she has alternative sources of food. Good luck, robin (bleeding heart liberalism). More robins spend
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