It may seem like I’m exaggerating here, but I’m not. The park is pretty small, the speed limit is 15 and there are signs everywhere telling everyone to share the road. Those who use the park Monday thru Friday follow[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’ve probably mentioned this before, when talking about Mourning Doves, but if I’ve not, I’ll bring it up now. For 16 years (2001-2017) I lived in the village of Audubon, PA. It was named after John Audubon who lived there[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Here’s an oddity. I’ve been drawing these comics since February of 2010 and while I’ve had the occasional gap (especially in 2016) for some reason I’ve NEVER missed a day in April. So I’ve “documented” every day in April from[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This story began, I guess, on May 23rd, (as that comic shows) when I discovered my houseguests. Over the course of several weeks I saw activity around the nest and the story continued on Father’s Day, June 20th, when I saw mom and dad[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When my dad first passed away back in 2011 the first few Father’s Days were difficult. While I was drawing this it dawned on me because I’ve been drawing these comics for over 11 years many readers may have never[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Maybe it’s just me but I still get an exciting, happy feeling when I see wildlife animals like these. Whether they’re running, flying, eating (the bird seed I leave out) scrounging for food or just lying down and sleeping like[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I don’t need to weed and seal all the stones on that small patio THAT bad. I can wait until the eggs are laid, hatched and the kids learn to fly before I dive into this project. I’m sure I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Am I overthinking this? Is the virus spreading into the Washington D.C. area (Beltsville is a suburb)? A few days ago, I didn’t feel too bad, but now as the day approaches I’m feeling pretty anxious about it. I guess[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The Mourning Doves have a distinctive song. It sounds like the mournful cooing of a dove, hence the name. I remember hearing them a lot when I grew up around here. My drawing of the bird isn’t the greatest, so,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This was a comfortable day. The coolness of the season, casually going out to the gazebo to replenish the bird feeder, grabbing the second cup of coffee and with the furnace warmed family room (where my studio is) sitting in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…