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I caught a splash of color against the slowly lightening sky. There, perched on the electric wire, was the first eastern bluebird of the se

American robins are some of the earliest migratory birds to return in spring, often showing up while the world still feels locked in winter’

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Rabbits are opportunists, and winter offers few choices, so young maples and birches like these make an easy target

That’s when I heard it – the haunting call of a barred owl echoing through the forest.

Pike are apex predators are perfectly adapted to their environment, even in winter. As the water temperature plummets, their metabolism

White-footed mice, with their sleek fur and white underbellies, have taken refuge among the stacked logs, seeking warmth and shelter from th

The chickadee lands on a branch near the back door, its bright eyes scanning the scene with keen intelligence.

This post is part of a project in the works; " An Ogemaw County Year".  The blog and eventually the book will encompass nature noticing,...

I realized i had a cluster of witch hazel shrubs. Their yellow, spidery blossoms were a stark contrast against the browning leaves of late a

Fascinated, I watch as a raccoon scrambles from the top of the feeder to the tree trunk with surprising agility in the moonlight.

But those who fish the Rifle river, or any river, in September know a different story. The air is crisper, the river quieter.

It doesn’t take long before I see the first Monarch flutter by, its distinctive orange and black wings standing out against the blue sky.

Their eerie, haunting calls echoed only briefly through the stillness, a sound that was both beautiful and melancholy. A perfect reminder th

At first, I was puzzled by this change in color. The brown birds at my feeder looked so different that I wondered if I was seeing an entirel

That’s when I saw it – a large snapping turtle, half-submerged in the shallows, basking lazily in the morning sun. Its shell was encrusted w

The turkey moved with purpose, and soon, I realized why. It had discovered a patch of wild blueberries, the tiny berries hidden among the gr

This post is part of a project in the works; "An Ogemaw County Year".  The blog and eventually the book will encompass nature noticing,...

Each July and August I collect seeds from the tickseed, which indeed do look like ticks, and then start them indoors each spring and plant t

Leaning over the edge of my kayak, I peer into the depths and spot numerous small depressions scattered across the sandy bottom. These are t