I miss you, my Whistle Bird. You made a hard choice all those years ago, and although it wasn’t the option I’d selected for you at the time, I’m so glad you stayed.
And will stay, forever in my heart.
Gayle Nastasi, animal consultant and author
I miss you, my Whistle Bird. You made a hard choice all those years ago, and although it wasn’t the option I’d selected for you at the time, I’m so glad you stayed.
And will stay, forever in my heart.
I think I love autumn best because, though it heralds the inevitable dark and cold of winter, it’s also a reminder that within that darkness grows new light. Within the death of the leaves, the departure of the geese, resides life waiting to breathe again, and the return of the creatures and blooms of spring.
Wherefore Art Thou, Wasps? Perhaps it’s a rather odd pastime, but all summer, my family has been observing a small group of common paper wasps that made a nest between the inner glass and the outer screen of our kitchen window. We’ve kept the window closed so we can observe them without them getting into…