Early Morning

Early Morning

In the early morning darkness, a dove calls. It’s a homey sound. The robins are quiet, maybe busy with their nests and feeding babies. I like the stillness of early morning, before the business of the day. I like to think about possibilities and dreams. Nemo roams the yard with me, his wonderful nose telling […]

Whippoorwill Winter?

Whippoorwill Winter?

  Is this whippoorwill winter? The calendar says it’s spring. The grass, newly-leafed trees, robins, all say it’s spring but, somehow, the weather isn’t cooperating. A cold snap usually happens about the time whippoorwills return from their wintering grounds, so maybe it’s whippoorwill winter. I miss hearing the whippoorwills and owls. I heard them often […]

A Dog Blog

A Dog Blog

  Good morning. My name is Murphy and I’m a dog. I used to live with Ben Ventris but for unforseen and gruesome reasons, I now live with Pat and Jasper Harris. Dogs don’t get credit for being the world’s smartest creatures. They should. Poor ol’ Jasper, the boy I’ve adopted, really needs me. He thinks owls […]

When the Whippoorwills Call

When the Whippoorwills Call

  I miss hearing whippoorwills and owls. I heard them often as a child, at night, with Mom and Dad in the next room and the world’s problems far away. Owls and whippoorwills are still out there, somewhere, in the dark woods at night, doing whatever night birds are supposed to do. Only thing is, I […]

An Owl in the Neighborhood

An Owl in the Neighborhood

  Neighborhood Owl “There’s an owl in the neighborhood. I heard him late last night When the wind was wild and restless and the moon was round and white. I hurried to my window but nothing I could see Showed anyone in all the town had wakened–only me. Owls live in the forest where trees are […]

Not So Mysterious Manos Meadows

Not So Mysterious Manos Meadows

Where did I come up with the name Manos Meadows? Well, it’s like this. That was the name of our home and a few acres near Tahlequah. So, I keep that title because it reminds me of home. It was not a fancy place. But in June, honeybees buzzed around the hive in the pasture, […]

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