Blue Jays and Rivalry
Saturday, at the cabin, I listened to two Blue jays argue. They broke off only to fly to a new tree and a new perch where they took up the quarrel anew. Bl...
Saturday, at the cabin, I listened to two Blue jays argue. They broke off only to fly to a new tree and a new perch where they took up the quarrel anew. Bl...
If it wasn’t for song sparrows in the blue spruce outside my office window, the clamour of this time of year with its special demands might do irreparable...
Perhaps I wasn’t really listening, perhaps I too was caught up in a kind of collective amnesia over the evil of war that seems is at its height ...