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 This happens once a year - the Sandhill Cranes fly over my house. Their calls to each other are so loud that I can hear them inside the house, over the TV, through closed doors. And they fly really high. They've been known to stop in a neighbor's open space some years, but this time there was a four-inch blanket of snow on the ground, so I guess they decided to just keep moving.
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Seems clear to me - if we don't learn to love our home, we're going to lose it—or at least access to it, as IT will most likely survive us, if not entirely intact. So the primary goal of this website is to engender curiosity about something in nature—anything, whether it's an amoeba or the oceans. Whatever does it for you —get active, if you can, or get interested and support, if you're like me and are not able or inclined to tromp around in the woods.
I am an artist and writer, living off grid, in a strawbale house on the high mesa near Taos, New Mexico. I have four cats, and live amongst a variety of wildlife including, but not limited to: coyote, pronghorn antelope, elk, endless bunnies and jackrabbits (and myriad other rodents), ravens, mountain bluebirds, rattlesnakes, and tarantula. The cats stay in, everything else stays out. Archives
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