August 16, 2004

Breakfast in the Berkshires When: August 6, 2004 - c. 6 am Where: Yokun Trail, Pleasant Valley Wildlife Sanctuary, Lenox, MA Menu: Bark of tender young branches Guest of honor: Bucky B They say beavers have been making a come back in Massachusetts...
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July 29, 2004

Foxy hunter It says "Chipmunk Crossing," right?(click image to enlarge) So does that mean he went this way?(click image to enlarge) It was a dark and rainy day and this little grey fox - we suspect he's only a few months old...
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March 12, 2004

Falconry in California January If we could watch our dogs fly...
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October 19, 2003

Fall, buck teeth, and leaves Fall, and an old man's fancy turns to leaves in all their glory - that is, when he's not enjoying the dazzling Australian birds photographed by Dom and Daphne and pictured in the entry right after this one. But I...
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July 18, 2003

Deer me! I had a wonderful encounter with a doe this morning – white-tailed deer. Bren and I see deer in Westport maybe a couple times a year on average, but they’re usually fleeting glimpses. This was more encounter than sighting.
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June 17, 2003

Mr. Fox went out on a. . . . . . chilly morn . ..well not that chilly. But this little grey fox was standing in the driveway when I opened the front door. For at least half my life I never saw a fox, except maybe...
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May 28, 2003

Early morning raccoon melodrama? It was 3 am and the motion sensor had activated the spotlight in the front yard , so for about five minutes I could see clearly what was going on. Directly below me, near Bren's parked car, was a mother...
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