I was asked recently if I knew the largest rodent in North America. My first thought was my great uncle Wally, who was known for his ability to gnaw his way through a casino-sized buffet and darn near qualified as a full load when he climbed into his half-ton pickup.
By May, twilight arrives late. From the high and lonesome expanse of Interstate-89, evening alpenglow illuminates a flank of Mount Kearsarge, changing every second from yellow to gold and now pink, like an ember fallen from a fire. Purple shadows climb the lower slopes as the sun …
By late April, rural dispositions soften. Folks relax and smile with the smug assurance that we made it through another winter. The signs of spring are now too numerous to count.
I came across two Tom turkeys on a dirt road in Alton this week. This being April, which is mating season for the Eastern wild turkey (Meleagris gallopavo), they were in full show-off mode.
