A fox dashes through the underbrush with his nose down, apparently late for a dinner appointment. A coyote stands perk-eared, listening for her next meal. A flock of turkeys parades across the frame like a crowd exiting a theater. And a doe and her yearling pose for...
Three baby raccoons hung from a nearby tree, clinging like ripe fruit from the branches. Riley never saw them. Momma had performed a “bait and switch” to protect her babies and Riley had taken the bait and missed the switch.Riley and I never lack for discovery on...
I wrote in a previous post that fall is my favorite time of year and that holds true well beyond the threshold of peak color. When more leaves are underfoot than overhead, the forest opens up, revealing details otherwise hidden from view. And absent the leafy wind...
