I am very fortunate. From the outset of the corona virus pandemic I have hibernated in the peace and relative security of Brant Lake, in the Adirondacks, the North Country of upstate New York. Loon dive for fish in the early morning stillness. Male Mallard ducks scavenge under my bird feeder while the females roost…
At Brant Lake we live on a bicycle road. Every morning a pack of cyclists wearing blue, yellow and red spandex uniforms race along the lake road and, as I watch them pass, I travel back to the village of Venasque in the south of France. It was the day of the Tour de France…
Coco came to us from the North Shore Animal Shelter. Cute, cuddly and missing one leg. Born with this abnormality no one wanted to adopt her–but our son, David, bonded with Coco and that is the end of the story–or perhaps the beginning! Most people pitied Coco. They were concerned that she could not walk…
Sheltering with the Loons 