…And maybe the bobcat’s hunting strategy offers lessons for writers…
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We had an Einstein squirrel on our hands. A sly, muscular Einstein. After I again chased him away, he reappeared from among the trees and seemed to be focusing on seeds along the ground, as if he had no interest in our birdfeeder. The blue jays, chickadees, nuthatches, returned to the feeder…Until…
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This summer I’ve been watching a former hay field return to what it was when we first moved to New Hampshire decades ago: a gorgeous meadow, filled with perky daisies, regal lupus waving in the wind, slender foxglove, golden columbine, corydalis with its blue and yellow heart-shaped flowers. Recently, the wild blueberries on the fringes of the hayfield have begun to explore the interior.
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