• Rabbit unmasked!

    FINALLY! An image of a rabbit in flight is captured. It’s very tough to get a decent one, even with a camera at the ready; you can’t predict when the

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  • George Washington, Henry Winkler and Me

    [A story from years ago that still has relevance today.] ***”I tell her ‘No,’ and add ‘men’s colognes and soaps are a real tough sell on me. They smell too

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  • A Stripe Is Born

    An odd sort of radio commercial has recently been running on a.m. radio. It’s of the public-service variety. I’m not sure of the station since I listen a lot to

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  • NEWS BULLETIN: PRINCESS RUNS AWAY FROM HOME!

    Well, it’s not as dramatic as Mrs. O’Leary’s cow who reportedly kicked over a lantern and started The Great Chicago Fire. It is a good quick read, however. So how

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  • A Snake Tale

    Ernie sniffed him out. The snake, that is. It was a sun-rich, bye-bye to stormy weather day. Dog and I were inside my fenced, raised-bed garden cage. I was just

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Studly

My neighbor recently introduced pitch black “Studly” – formally known by an ear tag as 98 – to his modest family of cows. He arrived with subdued fanfare: if a dozen regaled trumpeters were normally lined up to salute a lad of his breeding, in this case – due to budgetary restraints – he’d get one. Like the equivalent of a teenager, his mind

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A Look East

I remember as a young child seeing on television this smiling, benevolent-looking man covered in flowing orange cloth. He was a visitor from a place far away; he was the Dalai Lama from Tibet. [Of all the countless images and thoughts that pass through a mind in a lifetime, why do a few stay stuck, and others simply whiz by

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Ern, where are you?

What a beautiful day it was yesterday: clear blue, sunny sky, with a hint of coolness from a north breeze. We need days like this to dry out the slog from the last few weeks of record-breaking rain. It is also a primo day to work on the motorcycle. Sitting outside on my stool with wrenches at the ready I

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The nature of Nature

Having now lived two full years of an agrarian Texas country life, I’ve come to appreciate Nature’s hand in it. It is just as random and capricious out here as it is in the midst of cheek-to-jowl big city humanity. The difference is that in farm country our animal kingdom friends are close-by, clearly seen, and there are more of them.

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Blame it on Charles Laughton

Last night I was sitting and writing in my old, inspiring Morris chair. Ernie was scrunched in behind me: yes, behind my back. Graciously he now leaves me a few inches at the edge of the seat cushion to rest my bum and reach the laptop’s keyboard. This close proximity started a couple months ago after we had that confrontation

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It’s for the birds

The title of this piece was a commonly used expression with the WWII generation. My parents – and especially our Mother – used it often. It meant why waste your time on that; or don’t bother it isn’t worth the trouble. I brought it back for the moment to be used literally: stop and save some berries “for the birds.” In

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SPRING: South Central Texas

It’s the time of year when we have just sprung the clocks forward. That annoying measure, however, can be quickly put aside because Texas wildflowers put a smile on your face each morning, albeit an hour later. The beautiful white flower shown is a one-off. It immediately stood out from its field of multi-cultural neighbors. I looked twice through my extensive Texas Wildflowers Field

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Ernie: bite the hand that feeds you?

After fifteen months of living together Ernie was bound to exhibit a dark side. This morning he snarled and took a stand that gave every indication he would bite me. Ernie: the world’s most appreciative and happy pooch? Since occasionally he startles and puts a rabbit to run I’ve often wondered what would happen if he actually caught one. Now I know.

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Another bull joins the neighborhood

Big Girl number two has had her calf: a bull. Like his mother, but at three days young, he stares at the photographer. My neighbor told me that the mom-to-be walked into a modest metal out-building, had the calf, went outside and not long thereafter the young’in followed: normal post-partum details are omitted. This happened about 6 a.m. on the

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