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Showing posts with label nature prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature prose. Show all posts
18 August 2009

Song of the Thrush in the North Woods - Leaves from the Notebook of an Old Nature Student

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By Sandy Griswold. Just this side of Silentland, the highway leading down Rounds a bend beside a brook and winds through Dreamland town. A...

Belated Arrival of Spring: Birds, Fish and Flowers - Leaves from the Notebook of an Old Nature Student

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By Sandy Griswold. That the flicker and the red-headed woodpecker did not put in an appearance in this immediate region until the past 10 d...

Early Season Scouts of the Red-breasted Robin - Leaves from the Notebook of an Old Nature Student

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By Sandy Griswold. Even though the limbs of the trees are still bare and all the country, far flung in all directions, dour and drab, the f...

With Cloud and Wind and Changing Skies

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By Sandy Griswold. And these are the days of March, but up to date without her storms, and wind and cloud and changing skies, but wait; I ...

Sunday Outing on the Big Pappio - Leaves from the Notebook of an Old Nature Student

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By Sandy Griswold. Again, true to his word, the Boy was over bright and early Sunday morning, and for a change we took the car and drove ou...

Sunday Outing to Turner Park - Habits of the Yellowhammer - Leaves from the Notebook of an Old Nature Student

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By Sandy Griswold. Though nothing strange, at an early hour on Sunday morning last, it fortuitously occurred to me that a little ramble thr...

Shadows of Change - Glories of October - Leaves from the Notebook of an Old Nature Student

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By Sandy Griswold. Ordinarily, even in such exquisite autumn weather as was vouchsafed the sportsmen all through the third week of the pres...

Those Misnamed Warblers and Little Summer Episodes

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By Sandy Griswold. Doubtless there are many who will not agree with me, yet with all due reverence for the earlier of bird students and bir...

Ho! For the Ides of September Through Lenses of Long Ago

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By Sandy Griswold. Hard, indeed, is it to realize that in a few days over three weeks, and the sweet old summer time will again have passe...