Tasty Tadpoles

“Or, should I say, poolishicious polliwogs, Quack, Quack!” Yeah, that’s Mr. and Mrs. Woodduck thanking me for brunch at Peterson Pond. Here’s the story: While doing some swamp drainage in the cow pasture, we noticed some gelatinous globs of what must be tree frog eggs. Knowing that they would soon be covered with a culvert,… Read more »

That Darned Old Tree

All fall and winter I curse that crab apple tree in the pasture. It’s prickly limbs that fall off or have to be trimmed give injuries even to my gloved hands everytime. But now…in the spring…full glorious blossoms (double blossoms this year to make up for the freeze of ’07) in pinkish white that make… Read more »