I take it as evidence of the intrinsic joy most children take in wild nature that one of the first words our daughter has learned is “backpack,” for th…
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Saturday morning I took the dogs out at sunup to enjoy the cooler air the hurricane winds had brought. We followed the old right of way behind the door…
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I spotted the first chile pequin plant of the summer in our yard on Tuesday. It’s in a particularly feral corner of the lot, growing up out of some dum…
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We’ve stayed close to home this week, digging our way out of the work that piled up after nine days at the beach, and avoiding unnecessary excursions o…
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The first time I came to Port Aransas, I found the bayside nature preserve by following the simple rule of walking away from where everyone else is goi…
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“There is no such thing as an empty lot.” So baby and I learned yesterday, sneaking through this feral patch of industrial park. We are deeper in the f…
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Monday morning baby and I walked down to the river and came upon this juvenile green heron chilling by a little backwater where they used to dredge gra…
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I put some trailcams out the week before last, the first time I’ve done that in a couple of months. I found a dead armadillo in the yard one morning at…
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Reading stories of braver solos
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Friday afternoon, in the heart of downtown Austin, I was attacked by wild animals. It was my first trip into our central business district since early …
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Field Notes from from a Memorial Day road trip, with time travel
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I am in transit through the Tropic of Kansas this morning, so please watch this space tomorrow (Monday) for a special three-day weekend edition of Fiel…
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