If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
While camping in the foothills of Colorado earlier this month, we were serenaded by a bull elk. We first heard him bugling in the distance at dusk while we were setting up our tent. The elk called off and on throughout the night and we were delighted. He was far away, over the ridge from... Continue Reading →
Earlier this month, our dog Dory killed an immature desert cottontail rabbit. In the past, I've felt despondent over these little yard deaths. Even though I know these animals do not live long and many of them die young to feed the coyotes, foxes, and owls, I was still sad. This time, however, I did... Continue Reading →
Last week, I went to a local natural area so I could draw the prairie dogs that live there. I've wanted to do this for years, but haven't felt able to tackle the task until now. The online drawing class I took in May (Roz Stendahl's Drawing Practice: Drawing Live Subjects in Public ) prepared me well.... Continue Reading →
And I don't mean people. We had phenomenal luck, helped by the fact that we were on the road early and spent a long day (12 hours) in the mountains. The first thing we saw were Big Horn Sheep, right by the road. I was on the wrong side of the car, but still got... Continue Reading →
