Today I was busy boiling the last of my maple sap into syrup when I glanced out the kitchen window to see my first of the year bluebird. He was perched ever so elegantly on the septic pipe only six feet from the bluebird house. I hope he likes this location. I'd rather have bluebirds use the nest than tree wrens like I had last year. Welcome back bluebirds. You were missed.
Flamer
This week the banned book club met at the Winona public library to discuss Flamer , written by Mike Curato. This is a graphic novel about a ...
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A yellow rail, one of THE MOST ELUSIVE birds around, sound like a manual typewriter. And if you're too young to know what a manual ty...
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Jacqueline Windspear is the author of her memoir This Time Next Year We Will Be Laughing. She starts out with her parent's stories. H... -
My class was on television. I am pretty good at hiding from the cameras! http://kstp.com/news/anoka-county-residents-citizens-academy-poli...
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