I hate to give you a junky post like this. If I had more computer time, I'd tell you pretty tales of swan bathing (neck under water, then rubbed on back, vigorous flapping and splashing), Indian pipes, startled wood ducks, turtles, lots of acorns (I've missed the oak woods), loud beaver splashes, mushrooms from ground and trees, dragonfly orgies, clumps of pine needles shooting out in all directions from my sappy soles, frogs, beautiful New England fall days with rings of red leaves encircling ponds, a fin whale and a half dozen humpbacks (including two who repeatedly surfaced near the boat), and how I automatically but unsuccessfully looked for raccoon scat on an eyelevel horizontal tree trunk near water.
I'd post extended versions of my latest Amazon book reviews, and I'd tell you that Walden the cat is doing well back in Duluth (where I've already missed the season's first snow). I'd also tell you about the dog I'm living with who made me gasp when I first saw him, supposedly a mix of pit bull and black lab who looks more like a mix of pit bull and bull, and who sounds like a galloping horse when he runs. A couple days ago I threw tree branches (which get chewed into wood chips) for him to fetch, but I wouldn't dream of trying to take one away from him. I'd report that a coyote ate a couple of my friend's chickens, and that while she's sad about the chickens, she was excited to see the coyote.
Coming up this weekend is an open house at a farm animal sanctuary (click Sanctuary in the list of posts to the right to read about my last visit) featured in the new version of Peaceable Kingdom with guest speaker Harold Brown, one of the stars of the original version, whose story of the cow who changed his life gets to me every time I hear it. I haven't spent much time in Boston yet, or made it to Concord.
On one of my local walks, I saw a red pickup truck parked on the sidewalk ahead. There was no room in the driveway because of all the other motorized recreation vehicles. As I walked around it, I noticed the sticker "If you object to logging, try using plastic toilet paper". There was no doubt about it, here was an asshole authority.
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