I’ll never forget the frogs in my shoes, that first spring we lived here. I discovered the first one when I slid my feet into some old gardening clogs I kept in the garage. I nearly levitated. The frogs kept appearing. Baffling. Then, one day, I saw the black cat bring his gift from a nearby pond, and place it carefully in the shoe.
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Just as I’d begun to assume that the killdeer eggs in the yard weren’t going to hatch, the first one did, at around noon yesterday. I had to snap pictures quickly, to avoid further distressing the mother, who was watching nearby. It takes killdeer 24 to 28 days to hatch; the other eggs will likely hatch a day or
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There was no sign of the baby rabbit this morning. Before I let the cat out, I waded into the brush and high grass at my neighbor’s fencerow, where I’d put the little creature last night. Nothing. I’ll never know, of course, whether he escaped or was taken; but perhaps I gave him a chance, such as it may be
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