The story of the crab apple tree began this spring when it awoke with an explosion of red and pink blossoms. Bees and butterflies were frequent visitors to the blossoms as they sipped the sweet nectar. Its branches provided a nesting place for the birds and shade for t...

Hi!.  I'm Tom the turkey. Take a good look at me.  Come November and Thanksgiving,  I'll be hiding and you won't find me strutting across your yard.

Due to the deep snow and cold temps deer are exploring every type of food source available.  Pictured above are an adult doe and yearling visiting my bird feeder. A quick right jab from the doe sent the yearling running away.  It is now late winter and it has become th...

A brutal February blizzard with twelve inches of snow and wind gusts up to 40mph pounded Eighty Acres.  Drifts made the roads impassable and swirling white-out conditions forced the birds, animals and people to simply hunker down and wait for the fury of the storm to s...

Let me introduce myself.  I was born on Eighty Acres and am now nine months old.  This is my first winter and my mother told me we set a record for February snowfall.  As I reflected upon this achievement, I feel proud to be a part of this historic event.  But to be fr...

Upon an trail on Eighty Acres, I discovered scattered woodpecker feathers. I stopped, knelt and tried to piece together this woodpecker's story.  I wondered if the woodpecker's eyes had ever met mine?   Did I hear its song?  Did it taste the suet from the feeder?  Did...

When and how was this path created on Eighty Acres?  Was it simply an old cow path?  A deer trail?  A loggers road cut through the woods?  Each day I continue to walk this well worn path as if it is the only road to travel.  I know each step by heart.  Each tree and ea...

During my daily walk on Eighty Acres I was fortunate enough to encounter this doe. We both froze in our tracks.  I was downwind of her, so she was not able to locate my position. But she knew something was not right and during our 15 minute encounter, I was able to obs...

During the damp cold night, the Earth Mother sprinkled hoar frost upon Eighty Acres.  The frost hugged each stem, branch and blade of grass, turning the land into a shimmering crystal cave. The morning sun burned away each flake, dropping the wonderland to the ground b...

High in the sky above Eighty Acres, snowflakes formed. Each flake chose its own path downward as it swirled, danced, dipped, and finally settled upon my porch windows. In a short time the flakes disappeared transforming into hundreds of water droplets. With a little he...