Feathered friends
One of the things I’ve noticed on my daily walks is the call of the Eurasian collared dove. I didn’t know that’s what it was at first. All I knew was that it was a bird call I’d never heard before and that it sounded like a mourning dove, only different — a plaintive “hoo-hoo,...
Thinking on my feet
I’ve been feeling my age lately, and acting it, too. Unfortunately, at my age, neither of those is a very good thing. Part of my problem is I just haven’t been getting enough exercise. Pretty much none at all, actually. So recently I turned over a new leaf: I started walking to work. And you...