“He swallows, keeping his tormented eyes on mine. "I hate this. I hate what it's doing to me. I hate that I'm tired of doing the right thing." This time I swallow roughly and tilt my head back, boldly pushing… — L.A. Bressett Copy Share Image
How would you like to have a thousand brilliantly colored cliff swallows keeping house in the eaves of your barn, and gobbling up insects over your farm at the rate of 100,000 per day? There are many Wisconsin farmsteads where… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
