Petey finds a young abandoned peccary under a mesquite tree and looks up just in time to see a large group of peccaries disappearing into the grassland. “Those critters aren’t coming back,” he quietly muttered and stared at the beautiful creature at his feet.
Ms. Mesquitey and I like the idea of regional crayons. The colors of your home place, of your own biotic community. When we saw...
Every time I pull a reference book or field guide off the shelf to read about a recently seen insect I seem to run...
I love following the drainages out of the mountains and across the deserts, observing all the plants and animals that follow them as well....
