I went down to the Big River to write about ducks. While I was doing this, I noticed a dead gull on the end of a rocky spit. I decided to go evaluate the gull, and incidentally, scare the bejeebers out of 40 Rock Pigeons who happened to be snoozing there.

It’s always during the first week after the time falls back an hour that I realize I really don’t like driving in the dark! It’s pitch black by 5:30 p.m. and I still have places to go. Many of you may feel the same way, and it’s not surprising.

Tootie McDaniels performs her autumn gardening, as her neighbors rightly do too, displaying talents in adjacent lots, acting out their moralit…

George Ansbach had been leisurely driving down Mt. Rushing Highway through the Plateau, nestled in a rare, relaxed frame of mind, still reelin…