December 21st the official start of winter. It is the shortest day and longest night and signals the beginning of the difficult road...

The lone fox walked across Eighty Acres and left his footprints in the snow. I don't know from where he came or where he went, but he...

Today the crabapple tree's bold summer reds, subdued winter whites, and the early morning sunshine all magically came together on Eighty...

Far above Eighty Acres the rotund moon marched across the night sky. Just as the sun was about to chase it away, the moon seemed to pause...

Please forgive me my love for my silence. Forgive me for my distance. Forgive me for being lost in thought. Even though we are standing...

The story of the crab apple tree began this spring when it awoke with an explosion of red and pink blossoms. Bees and butterflies were...

Tonight the Earth Mother's sky was crystal clear with a thousand stars suspended in the night sky. No breeze, a deep stillness, and I...

Folklore has it that I am not supposed to be able to fly. It's something about my weight, wing size, air resistance and number of wing...

To those of you who ponder whether your glass is half full, and find beauty only in a full moon. I simply say...be mindful and thankful...

Over the past week I have spent a considerable amount of time attempting to identify the swallowtail pictured above. To me the world of...

The house wren sang it's last song this week. This tiny bird with a gigantic song only sings during the nesting season. Here you see the...

Over the past several years, the birds of Eighty Acres have gifted me their feathers. I kept many of them in a paper bag not really sure...

When the sun says goodbye to you at the end of the day, it is not the time for loud voices or idle chatter, Rather let us enjoy the...

Pictured above is one of the many whitetail deer who make Eighty Acres their home. Each year bucks grow a set of new antlers and...

Alberta Canada, our northern neighbor, is a beautiful place with majestic mountains, prairies, and many lakes. But now it is an inferno....

The Scarlet Tanager winters primarily in Columbia and Bolivia South America and is scheduled to arrive back to Eighty Acres in the next...

The Eighty Acres trails are wet with slippery leaves and mud, with patches of dirty snow hiding in the shadows of large oak trees. I...

Each dawn and dusk the battle between day and night takes place. From east to west, each side struggles for control. Each side knowing...

Hi!. I'm Tom the turkey. Take a good look at me. Come November and Thanksgiving, I'll be hiding and you won't find me strutting across...

Let me introduce myself. I was born on Eighty Acres and am now nine months old. This is my first winter and my mother told me we set a...