It was a sparse season again. Earlier this month, a couple of my friends and I ventured across the Bay to pick berries. No, we didn’t walk on water to rival Jesus. My beloved gave us a skiff ride to “Blueberry Hill,” which is code for our favorite gathering place. So much for our covertness.…

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On one of our first trips of my beloved and I, we ferried along through the San Juan Islands (in Puget Sound). Mid-way between ports we met a state ferry going in the opposite direction and it was at that point, I bounded to the railing and started enthusiastically waving to the passengers aboard the…

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I didn’t anticipate asking myself that question over and over again. But three summers ago, our pair had shown up again. Yes, Mom and Dad Sandhill Crane. Their flocks fly in every year to Homer around mid-April. And then they start looking for their nesting place. And so the pair that nested on our property…

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