We found a new place for a nature walk: Goldsmith Woodlands in Andover. We covered about half of the trails in a two-hour walk.
The town provides a rough map.
And Other Bad Words
We found a new place for a nature walk: Goldsmith Woodlands in Andover. We covered about half of the trails in a two-hour walk.
The town provides a rough map.
They say that when you die
you’re not really dead
until no one remembers you
I was a conqueror
A thousand stone faces
remember my deeds
Most graves say nothing
They tell no stories to the living
The dead can find sweet relief
Not so for me
I am doomed
to live forever
— H. Walker Jones, May 2017
I’m sitting in the living room, minding my own business, working from home (as you do), when I see a large bird land in the neighbor’s yard, followed by a male mallard duck. Being me, and curious, I checked and sure enough, the first bird was a female duck.
After they finished doing … whatever it is they were doing in the neighbor’s yard, she popped up on the fence and started quacking. Loudly. For a LONG time.
She was up there for a good two minutes, quacking angrily. And then she moved…
Yes. That’s my car. With an angry duck on it. She flew off along with Mr. Duck. You can almost hear the “Honey! Wait for me!”