Farming/Nature
How Sweet It Is?
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Growing up, when December rolled around my mom would decorate our mantle with a woodland scene.
Farming/Nature
All We Did Was Sing
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I loved being in first grade at Bridge Street School. My teacher, Mrs. Hinson, all decked out in her floral dress, was very nurturing and taught us to read and to do math.
Farming/Nature
A Colony of Cormorants
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If I happen to be walking the canal path on one of these last warm days sometimes, I see a cormorant fishing
Farming/Nature
Butterfly Days
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For me, growing up with a slew of boys had a lot of pluses, but it must have been exhausting for my mom.
Farming/Nature
The Catbird Seat
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If you hoof it on the bike trail on either side of town you can be sure to see and often hear the resident catbirds.
Farming/Nature
Mistaken Identity
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There are two woodpeckers who frequent feeders around town, and they look a lot alike.
Farming/Nature
Little Sparrows and Big Boxes
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The other day I heard a thunk on my window and figured it was a bird strike, and I was not wrong.