Prairie Medium, supernatural stories and prairie life
Prairie Medium, supernatural stories and prairie life
The owner-editor of Nebraska Life Magazine called me the other night. It’s been years since we’ve chatted, and I can’t remember how long ago he moved his family from Nebraska. His publishing company produces slick travel magazines featuring local people, places, and things to do, accompanied by superb photography. So, the magazines are not tossed […]
Spring calf Leila nurses on fresh made formula. In a couple of years she will be feeding her own young.
Aprill 23 is this month’s full moon, named the Pink Moon or Moon of the pink. The color reflects the first booms of Spring — pink phlox.
First day of April, snow on the ground and turkey in the yard, strutting for hens showing off their colors in the morning sunlight.
Great Blue Herons have begun arriving in the panhandle. They gather in the lush wetlands of the larger creeks and marshy areas of Whitney Lake, where bluegills are plentiful. The male herons arrive first to rebuild or reclaim their nest.
February is one of my favorite months. Shed season has begun. Several deer have been in the pasture with only one side of antlers attached. They fell off somewhere- in the pasture, the ravine, the forest? This is the month my hounds and I like to go out looking for the “sheds.” Bucks drop their
Shed Season has begun! Read More »
Late for breakfast. It is almost 9 AM; the turkeys are late this morning. There are only two on the snow-covered hay stacks. The others are still roosting in the nearby cottonwoods. With dormant branches reaching high above the stacks, the birds watch the eastern sky for the warmth of the sun to touch their
Between the Seasons We are on the cusp between seasons, from Autumn to Winter. In Nebraska, we have entered the snow and cold, with an occasional rain season. Here, the wind blows constantly, sometimes gently and other times with gusts from the sudden heaves of breath that the sky exhales as it sighs. I wonder,
Last night, as the sun set, I heard the familiar songs and trills of migrating sandhill cranes in the distance. Their overhead passing is a week early, as they are usually spotted in droves passing through in mid-October. Though their familiar calls as they sweep the sky in formation are always a welcome sound. Their
The Sandhill Cranes know it’s coming. Read More »
It wasn’t me! It was his fault! All three of them just sitting there looking the other way. None of them copping on the truth. Thirty minutes earlier, we were out hiking when I stopped to snap a photo. That’s when I heard Bandit barking for his siblings, “Let’s chase the cat!” I know that