by Bob Speirs
October 19, 2011
I brought my horses home from the summer pasture this morning. It is only seven crooked miles from gate to gate. I’d talked Maggie, my daughter, into riding with me when we took them out, but I didn’t have any takers for the ride back. “Dad, it is sooooo boring. There’re no cows to move [...]
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by Bob Speirs
December 10, 2010
The flock of sharp-tailed grouse was oblivious to my attention. I normally need to have a bird in hand before I can tell the roosters from the hens, but on that snow-covered stubble field, three males were strutting their stuff. A dancing grouse throws his tail feathers in the air and thrusts his head out [...]
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