March 13th. The morning is cold, I have my work jeans on, stained from yesterday’s dirt and clay, and my giant hoodie on top, nearly...

It’s my second winter in Appalachia and this one is almost unbearable. A Wooly Bear I had met at Max Patch told me, with his longer brown...

The frogs are singing as we wake up, earlier than normal, so the sky is still dark with that little hint of pink and yellow morning. The...

☆ Scroll to the bottom of the blog for full informational ☆ A beloved friend of mine gifted me a small jam jar of Luna moth eggs that she...

☆ Scroll to the bottom of the blog for full informational ☆ While Sky Fishing on my porch on June 2nd I collect a male and female pair of...

in the late spring, early summer come these unusually regular and large groups of crows in the field, as we all know them collectively...