We say birds are free because they can do what we cannot, fly. We put them in cages where we can watch, but they cannot fly. Trapped, they die, dusty, crusty, shabby, lonely, and — what we’ll never know — heartbroken. Our bodies suffer a similar fate. Continue reading
Red squirrel came running down the tree. It did not look at Chris or me. Its coat glowed where it met the air, And on it ran to business fare . . . Continue reading
Many people consider the king of the Jungle to be the Lion and he may be, but in the forests around Munich – Ebersberger Forest, Perlacher Forest, Forstenrieder Park – it is the Wildschwein who reigns. In addition to being strong and fierce, I learned one hot summer afternoon that he is also a considerate host. Continue reading
Bright mote, tufted spark, twig dignitary, six-grape lightweight stalker of insects, inconsequential whorl of feathers, how you leaven the world! Such a no-account as you, when do you give up? Continue reading
What simple history the turtle of Chesapeake Bay makes: nothing happened for millions of years until the predator entered the scene in the early 17th century. It’s been a rough ride for the turtle ever since. Continue reading