Farming/Nature
Reptile Reparations
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My mom grew up not far from here, and her early days flew by as she raced around the brook and crumbling mill in the hollow where she was born.
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My mom grew up not far from here, and her early days flew by as she raced around the brook and crumbling mill in the hollow where she was born.
Prince once said that music holds things together and that quote can be seen in action at West Suffield Congregational Church.
When you get to be my age a big topic of conversation seems to be sleep. No one is getting enough of it, everyone is seeking it out.
When we were very young, my mom was big on recitation and definitely had her favorite books and children’s poems that she would perform for us.
The bobolink, a songbird, is one of the stars of these habitats. About the size of a sparrow, the male bobolink is mostly black with a striking top half of black and white and a yellow patch on the back of his neck resembling a pulled-down hood.
When I was a kid my best friend a few houses down and I would take to the woods in the wee hours waiting for the sun to come up so we could find some birds.
These March evenings I am straining my ears to hear the spring peepers as they call and signal that spring is around the corner. But there is another local frog who often plays second fiddle to the notorious peepers as a harbinger of spring.
The warmer months in New England are turtle season, when the slow-moving reptiles cross the road, often in search of a mate or a nesting spot.