His deep hoots were a part of their lives, a reminder that a nocturnal hunter was about and that, even here in the suburbs, woods and wildness were close by.
The change in seasons is an opportunity to reconnect with Earth’s rhythms and notice. In the woods, the signs of spring are now everywhere — unmistakable to the observant.
Sometimes I can see the pellets, and sometimes I can smell it, especially running at night when the air is still: Another pesticide-treated yard, marked with those little yellow signs stating the
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