Farming/Nature
Winter Wonder
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Encapsulated berries sparkle in the sunlight on a snow covered tree limb.
Farming/Nature
Beautiful Birds in the Winter
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This pretty horned lark, the first one seen by the photographer, was photographed in a scene besting Audubon. He’s a winter bird, very active trying to find things to eat on a cold winter day.
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Porcupines
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Our weekly pilgrimage on the trails around town helps us to lead a wide awake life. Earlier this fall, I had launched into one of my endless narratives while climbing the hills; my friends may or may have not had their hands clapped over their ears, but their peace on the trail was short-lived, as my faithful pup uttered a strange bark and bounded off after two woodland creatures. She was in hot pursuit of a pair of porcupines. I watched as they headed towards the nearest tree. They were still on the ground, so I needed to rein in the pup, and I resorted to all the tricks I had learned at the dog obedience class which we had pretty much flunked earlier last spring.
Farming/Nature
A Bird in Hand
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Beth Chafetz is pictured with Alice, a Harris hawk, who has just landed on her gauntlet.
Farming/Nature
The Autumn Colors of Suffield
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We’ll be saying good-bye to the beautiful colors of fall until next year.
Farming/Nature
Goodbye to Fall Favorites
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A beautiful backyard scene to enjoy before the winter arrives.
Farming/Nature
The Beauty of Imperfection
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A little while back I was on a ferry off the coast of Cape Cod. The seas were a bit rough and I was glad not to be upchucking when I caught sight of two men making their way on deck. Like bookends, these two guys had bald heads, madras shirts and sneakers. I noticed one of the men was helping the other; hand on the small of his back, arm resting on his friend’s. The friend had some crutches, and a glimpse at his footwear told me that walking was not easy, and had never been.
Farming/Nature
Black Bears Continue
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This mother bear nonchalantly ambles through the photographer’s yard on Poole Road, with her two cubs barely visible at the right.
Farming/Nature
Possums, Our North American Marsupials
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Around this time of year I can’t help but think of times spent in lecture halls back in those college days. One of my favorite professors was a tall drink of water, had Clark Kent glasses, a bald head and wrote in all capital letters on the board. During the honeymoon period I hung on his every word until half way through the semester when I decided to divert my energy towards enticing my dreamy lab partner into my inner circle. My hook was largely a collection of peasant blouses, hoop earrings, and huarache sandals coupled with a nonchalant attitude about schoolwork. I figured that combination screamed casual sophistication and soon we would be inseparable.
