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.
I grew up in the land of the black walnut, Juglans nigra. And if you grew up in the eastern US, then you did...
I don’t think there is anything more heartbreaking than seeing a road killed pet. Well, honestly, I have a hard enough time with road...
I do love the fall and winter smell of moist old leaves and grasses. It always sparks a memory of my childhood in moist...
