Robin

The American Robin

The robins that hatched in the nest outside our front door a few weeks ago are monstrous. I peer at them through pane glass with the curtain pulled back – a nest overstuffed with mottled feathers and jostling beaks pointed upward in constant expectation. Mother and father swoop by in near continuous …

Hawthorne Glen

I advise you to go to Hawthorne Glen in the summer. In the fall or spring or god forbid, the winter, the park feels too insubstantial. Without the full cover of leaves, when you take the quarter mile walking path up to the ridge and look through the bare trees, …