Cook would drive west to San Francisco, where he and his wife, Donna, lived the other half of the year. Come April, he’d return, as would the birds. “I like being back here with the eagles,” he said.
One of my favorites visitors to my bird feeder is the white-breasted nuthatch, a perky little fellow who can often be seen working his way down the side of a ...
Angelkeep hadn’t had enough of auld lang syne. First snowflakes struck prior to Thanksgiving. Sweet Gwen celebrated. She stood alone in the bliss. It not only became the first snowflake of the season, ...