Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Friday, September 25, 2009

Wild Turkeys


These two guys have been treating us to daily visits for about a week, now.

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Sunday, September 06, 2009

Ma Nature at Work

Getting ready to head to Mexico.








First exploritory flight.





Monarch drying its wings.






Monarch emerges from chrysalis.

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