Each day as the sun starts to set, the hummingbirds jet to my feeder for one last sip before retiring for the night.
Each day as the sun starts to set, the hummingbirds jet to my feeder for one last sip before retiring for the night.
I watch his black and grey fins recede into the dark void, sucked into a cloud of silt. Will he be successful, return triumphant? Given
This past week, I found a large grasshopper lounging on the pool float as it circled across the surface of the water. Nothing like enjoying