Stan Butts

That broken fence in yonder row has needed mending for so long. But I am loath to close what has become a gate to does and fawns and other wild things who don’t know that the fence was built to keep them out and who take its brokenness as an invitation to invade this human …

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A few weeks ago, I noticed a dead squirrel on the one street in our neighborhood. If one dismisses the possibility of a squirrel suicide as extremely unlikely, how the squirrel came to be dead in the street is quite a mystery. The short street ends in a cul de sac,eliminating any through traffic. Children …

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