The Ospreys of Paradise

The first osprey I ever really noticed was just off a little muddy lake in the middle of south central Wyoming’s Red Desert some decades ago. It was mid-summer and I was wandering the desert trying to convince some very nice antelope bucks that I wasn’t really out...

All about Spring – and Making More

You gotta love spring. It was slow in arriving this year, but the signs are now all about us. This is, after all, the time when the fancy of a young man (or insect or bird or bee for that matter) turns to thoughts of making more. I see birds and insects pairing up and...

Zeb Explains Trash

As I write this, I’m looking ahead to our Durr Road cleanup on Saturday (that would be tomorrow, as you see this). I’m wondering what – and how much – trash we will find out there this year. That wondering sent me back into the draft of “The Zeb Chronicles –...

Of Spring, Wetlands, and Blackbirds

You may have been of the same mind. Frankly, I was having doubts there for a while about whether or not spring would return to the valley. Then we had those teasers of weather, and I was even more uncertain. Then, last sunny and breezy Tuesday afternoon, I drove by...

James Groseclose Memorial Pheasant Hunt -VI

Last Saturday, we celebrated the Sixth Annual James Groseclose Memorial Pheasant Hunt out at the Cooke Canyon Hunt Club. You recall, no doubt, that our buddy Jim Groseclose (aka J1) suddenly went home just over six years ago – March 21, 2010 – during the Sweet...