Summary
Bending down in the greenhouse to reposition the flat of just- emerging Monticello tennis ball lettuce, that eerie feeling of being watched returned the other day at dusk.
A quick look around revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Three deer grazing on the hill below. Squirrels frolicking on a neighbor's newly laid sod. A white-naped woodpecker busy at one of the suet feeders. And all sorts of birds queued up waiting for their turn at another feeder overflowing with black-striped sunflower seed.See the full content of this document
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Saturday Essay: 'Marvin' the Scout
Turning back to the task at hand, I met my observer fa...
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