

First Time Blindside.
The season was in mid-stride. To say the migration was on was like saying a leaky faucet was running. Birds were moving down the...


The Dane Falls for a Redhead.
September had given way to October, in the calendar sense at least. Steady, warm, weather... an extended Indian Summer if ever there was....


Which Came First, the Chicken or the Goose?
The gentle ringing of wind chimes had me up before the 4:30 alarm. A cool breeze was blowing down from the Northwest. Summer was...