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Monarch butterflies began to arrive in our gardens this past week. They are most active late in the afternoon, when they flit from flower to flower, alighting particularly often on purple coneflowers. The colors of…

There’s no hurrying good carrion. My husband threw a dead rabbit out into the field a couple of days ago. Today the vultures have been circling.  Every once in a while, a vulture will drop…

In a classic case of ‘if you build it they will come,’ I’m delighted to report that we have bluebirds checking out the bluebird house my husband build earlier this spring. At first just one,…

After I posted about dove hunting, my brother-in-law in Alaska suggested I shoot with a camera.  Good advice, though my camera is usually someplace else when I see a bird. And the birds are not…

Nature decides when it’s really spring. She lets us know one bit of color at a time. Today, weeping willow fronts tinge yellow as they begin to bud. Green daffodil leaves persist in pushing through…

        I remember the very first Eastern Bluebird I saw.  The unexpected colors of that charming little bird perched on the top wire of the fence that separated my country school yard…

I walked out of the Des Moines Art Center last night and into a winter wonderland.  Big, wet snowflakes the size of golf balls filled the air and covered the ground. The snowfall was absolutely…