During a brisk walk by the river yesterday morning, we saw two vacant, rugged osprey nests — one in a tall, dead cottonwood tree, the other in a sparse, narrow fir. Both will likely be in use again this spring and summer. We did hear an osprey calling out from over the water, but we didn’t catch sight of it. There are hints of spring in the landscape, though the […]
Owing to morning temperatures in the low-twenties, the birdbaths have seized up again. The air, meanwhile, is very dry, the streets are dry, and every bush and twig. Saturday afternoon, I was able to climb onto the roof with our electric blower and hundred-foot extension cord, and blow off all of the debris left behind by the fall storms. The fir needles were deep; the cones were plentiful; and there […]
I’ll note here a pleasant, long overdue trip to the town of Lincoln City on the Oregon coast. It was a chilly, foggy drive, but by the time we arrived yesterday at about ten in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, the temperature was fifty degrees, and there was only a light breeze — a perfect day for sandals and a walk on the beach — after we’d visited […]
William Michaelian 