A faint trail led through the wetland grass, winding from the darker woods and out into the open edge of the meadow. I knew the bear frequented these lower woods, and the trail was big enough that it couldn’t have been anything else. My mom and I were...
In our four years of poultry raising in an urban backyard in Montana, we lost a total of three birds to predators. And two of those were by the mouths of domesticated dogs. In our first seven months here at the farm, we’ve already seen five birds succumb to the...
We were enjoying a cool evening watching the sun set over Ninemile Creek, when we saw a flurry of brown fur cartwheeling near the far bank. When the melee ended, one huge beaver climbed victoriously onto the bank and watched as the smaller beaver swam in retreat to...
