They remind me how we, the domesticators and the domesticated, and all of our domesticated animals can and do coexist with the wild ones in many places on this land. The skunks like the dark cave beneath the walk-in cooler. The robins and barn swallows nest in the pole barn. The Sand Hill Crane (yes!) roosts in the woodlot and circles overhead squawking its eery rattlebox call. Neighbors saw a moose in the woodlot this spring. We saw lots of its scat (or can I call it manure?) and cow-like prints. For weeks, our woods walks involved a lot of hushed voices and wondering. . . where might the moose show up next and where did it sleep at night and how tall is it?
Batter fried fiddleheads by Joseph
With so much hope for the seasons of abundance ahead,