Most years the prairie in November is a brisk, brown place beneath predictably leaden skies and sometimes even sporting first ice. Last wee...

First published on November 10th, 2011 Some years ago when I was sitting on the beach at Whitefish Point just north of the Great Lakes ...

Yeah, an autumn count isn't regular. But these aren't regular times and now is ripe for an assessment of the forest even despite al...

What's past is prologue ... I was a prairie kid. My first prairies were 'empty' lots scattered about the edges of...

Yeah, it's high summer and I'm late. Hell, as we're now well past the solstice it's only a matter of time before the first ...

Is still called Independence Day , by some... ...and I'm thinking it's past time we called it that agai...

One one Thousand... Two one thousand... Three one thousand...  * Four. * No bass were harmed during ...

At the very bottom of this post is an image of a dead bird. Now, it may well be as beautiful an image of a dead bird as you've seen. Bu...