Gettin’ Wood

Lest ye think that the life of a nature writer is just a big barrel of fun & games, frolicking about with butterflies, dancing and prancing with bears and bumblebees and composing beautiful little ballads for the birds, allow me, dear reader, to peel back the veil of wilderness romance and offer a glimpse into …

To Kill

I killed a chickadee for no good reason.  I don’t remember how old I was.  Just a little kid, too young to know any better, I guess.  Decades later, three or four, I’m no less horrified, no less regretful, no less torn up inside when I think back.  Killing for subsistence or self-defense doesn’t offend …