Thomas Bancroft Photography

Only the base of the yellow bill showed above the water. The…

A purplish-blue blob zipped across in front of us and landed on a twig. I yelled for our driver to stop.

Two cats lay in the road and would not move. They were not ordinary cats but rather two male African Lions. They looked out with dignity and grace, never once acknowledging that we were watching them. Finally, they rose and left.

“What are those seagulls?” came from behind me, “They’re a lot darker…

Movement caught my eye, and I glanced up through the windshield. The…

My neck hurt. I’d been staring straight up for the last ten…

The low-pitched trumpet came from behind us. Turning, I spotted two large…

The morning took on a yellow cast from the soft light filtering through the cottonwoods and willows. It made me stop, gaze, and listen. The fog had just lifted, but a sweet smell lingered around the Frog Ponds.