Here is a true story that happened during one of my winter walks. Who knows what you might discover? I once noticed a doe who was wandering the woods. She was tired and nursed an injured right hind leg. She lay down in a thicket of bushes until she heard some coyotes....
I was skeptical when a birding friend said he could call birds in from the forest. “What are you talking about?” I told him. Birds are skittish. If there is one thing I know, they don’t come when they’re called. With a smile on his face and a glint his eye, he said...
