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Spring Peeper

Spring Peeper

Somewhere in the darkness just ahead was what I was searching for. I had not seen it, but I was hearing it—a high-pitched, shrill, peep, peep, peep. Actually there were hundreds of peeps all around me. I was easing along the edge of a pond in a woods, flashlight in...

White-Tailed Fawn

Fog began rolling across the large, mountain meadow, obscuring the road and our parked vehicle. We had been looking for fawns since early morning but on this particular morning had not found any. Without the sun or distant objects to keep oriented by, hiking in fog...

Great Horned Owl

A February snow was falling steadily and beginning to pile up on the great horned owl as she sat, huddled on a rocky ledge, watching traffic on the road far below. A car stopped, and a man with binoculars peered up at her. That was a frequent occurrence. What was the...

Black Bear

What is that gold “ribbon” stretched across the yard, Bethany wondered when she returned home. She soon remembered the shelled corn stored in a metal garbage can, which we intended to feed deer. Yes, the can was knocked over and the sack of corn had been dragged to...

American Bittern

Streaks of light slipped across the eastern sky announcing the dawning of another beautiful spring day. Mist rose from the marsh. Somewhere in the distance, a woodpecker pounded mightily on a dead tree. Around the marsh, frogs were croaking, toads were singing, and...