wildlife

It was windy when I went to Meremec State Park in early March, and the hawks were out, soaring up the updrafts rising above the river bluffs. I noticed one first when I was walking along a gravel bar next to the river. I couldn't really get a good look at it, because it was so far above the river.

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I'm not sure whether our hawks qualify as wildlife or not, or even which definition of "wildlife" applies to such as settled, domesticated state as ours. I was down at Washington State Park at the end of March. The trail intersects with a popular pull-off, where people stop to take in the view of the Big River valley:

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I'm still not really philosophical about the whole feral hog thing.

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How does the Cole Porter song go? Something like, "Birds do it, bees do it, even Ozark turtles do it . . . " Or maybe not.

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My anti-chigger vigilance slipped for just ten minutes, and this is the result:

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