by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1998. All rights reserved.
More people perish in the U.S. from close encounters with deer each year than with bears and sharks and snakes combined (bees are the next most deadly creature). Many of these deaths are the result of collisions on roadways, but deer are also killing people with their hooves and antlers.
The most dangerous deer, according to biologists, are bucks which have become used to people and are no longer afraid of them.
Population growth, both in deer and humans, has a lot to do with a number of these attacks, but they are not a new development. Roger Caras, in his 1964 book "Dangerous to Man," reports that the excessively shy deer can also be formidable and attacks on people are not uncommon.
Continued at... Beware of Bambi
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Artwork: Trophy Buck Deer With Big Rack
Monday, February 6, 2017
Friday, January 20, 2017
In The Quiet
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1998. All rights reserved.
Out here in the country things are different. There is still room for silence. Step away from the TV and the radio and the cell phone, and you often find something rarely found in the city: stillness. Rural places have their share of noise, to be sure. A combine in a field or a hungry herd in the feedlot produces plenty of decibels. Neighbors can be heard revving engines or pounding nails or taking target practice from miles away. And the passing freight trains wail at every crossing up and down the valley.
But these are singular sounds, like simple sentences on a page with lots of white space around them, and they aren't heard all the time, night and day.
Continued at... In The Quiet
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Artwork: The Road To The Farm Saint-Simeon In Winter, 1867 by Claude Monet
Out here in the country things are different. There is still room for silence. Step away from the TV and the radio and the cell phone, and you often find something rarely found in the city: stillness. Rural places have their share of noise, to be sure. A combine in a field or a hungry herd in the feedlot produces plenty of decibels. Neighbors can be heard revving engines or pounding nails or taking target practice from miles away. And the passing freight trains wail at every crossing up and down the valley.
But these are singular sounds, like simple sentences on a page with lots of white space around them, and they aren't heard all the time, night and day.
Continued at... In The Quiet
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Artwork: The Road To The Farm Saint-Simeon In Winter, 1867 by Claude Monet
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Incidents in a Small Town
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1998. All rights reserved.
Living in a small town, you share a sense of common destiny with your neighbors. When tragedy strikes, the whole community trembles.
Our town has been shaken twice in recent weeks. The police chief, a popular and respected man with a young family, died in a freak highway accident when a delivery truck swerved into his lane and hit him head-on with its load.
Barely two weeks later a single mother and her four small children were murdered in their home and a local sharecropper, known to be a friend of theirs, was found dead in his pickup from a gunshot wound to his head. Investigators suspect a murder-suicide, but they are still trying to find a motive.
Continued at... Incidents in a Small Town
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Artwork: The Mill in Winter by Dwight Baird
Living in a small town, you share a sense of common destiny with your neighbors. When tragedy strikes, the whole community trembles.
Our town has been shaken twice in recent weeks. The police chief, a popular and respected man with a young family, died in a freak highway accident when a delivery truck swerved into his lane and hit him head-on with its load.
Barely two weeks later a single mother and her four small children were murdered in their home and a local sharecropper, known to be a friend of theirs, was found dead in his pickup from a gunshot wound to his head. Investigators suspect a murder-suicide, but they are still trying to find a motive.
Continued at... Incidents in a Small Town
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Artwork: The Mill in Winter by Dwight Baird
Sunday, October 23, 2016
A Mouse in the House
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1996. All rights reserved.
Among the most common sounds of autumn in the country, along with rustling leaves and crackling fires, is the scratching and scurrying that can be heard inside walls and rafters of almost every rural dwelling.
These are the sounds of the house mouse, mus musculus, one of the least welcome of guests and most difficult to dissuade. This uninvited visitor will eat, or chew on, almost anything and defecate everywhere. He contaminates food, causes damage to structures and property, and carries dangerous diseases.
Introduced by 16th century pilgrims in the holds of their Atlantic-crossing ships, house mice followed the progress of Europeans in the New World, traveling in wagons and rucksacks and saddlebags and trains and trucks and planes across the continent and back, occupying pantries from Maine to Malibu.
Continued at... A Mouse in the House
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Artwork: House Mouse
Among the most common sounds of autumn in the country, along with rustling leaves and crackling fires, is the scratching and scurrying that can be heard inside walls and rafters of almost every rural dwelling.
These are the sounds of the house mouse, mus musculus, one of the least welcome of guests and most difficult to dissuade. This uninvited visitor will eat, or chew on, almost anything and defecate everywhere. He contaminates food, causes damage to structures and property, and carries dangerous diseases.
Introduced by 16th century pilgrims in the holds of their Atlantic-crossing ships, house mice followed the progress of Europeans in the New World, traveling in wagons and rucksacks and saddlebags and trains and trucks and planes across the continent and back, occupying pantries from Maine to Malibu.
Continued at... A Mouse in the House
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Artwork: House Mouse
Monday, October 17, 2016
The Stories We Tell
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1996. All rights reserved.
This is how we make sense of the day-to-day chaos in our lives. We tell stories to explain the decisions we made and the actions we took. We construct elaborate justifications for the wrong turns and credit foresight and planning for our lucky breaks.
We rarely, if ever, admit to following whims or being blinded by emotions. We assume that we are rational beings who act freely after calculating the pros and cons of a situation. That's the spin we put on our life stories.
But we are not so rational as we like to think.
Continued at... The Stories We Tell
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Artwork: Rational Chaos by Philippe Sainte-Laudy
This is how we make sense of the day-to-day chaos in our lives. We tell stories to explain the decisions we made and the actions we took. We construct elaborate justifications for the wrong turns and credit foresight and planning for our lucky breaks.
We rarely, if ever, admit to following whims or being blinded by emotions. We assume that we are rational beings who act freely after calculating the pros and cons of a situation. That's the spin we put on our life stories.
But we are not so rational as we like to think.
Continued at... The Stories We Tell
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Artwork: Rational Chaos by Philippe Sainte-Laudy
Thursday, July 7, 2016
To Market, To Market
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1996. All rights reserved.
To my way of thinking, urban life's only advantage over country living is the farmers market.
Sure, there are farmer's markets in smaller communities offering an abundance of local produce. And there's nothing quite like a roadside fruit stand for fresh-picked peaches, cukes or corn.
But you could take the same produce, the same catch of fish, and the same baked goods on a smaller scale and never be able to recreate the ambience of a Pike Place, the color and fragrance of a French Market, or the teeming symphony of a New York City greenmarket. It's like the difference between the minor leagues and the majors: nothing compares to The Show.
Continued at... To Market, To Market
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016
In The Morning
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1996. All rights reserved.
You are washed up out of dreams like a castaway, bobbing in the surf. There's an urge to linger, floating aimlessly, but the firm tide of purpose pushes you toward awareness, that solid land of here and now.
Another day begins in darkness, like so many others. You walk as if naked on the sands of a strange shore, fumbling for recognition. A switch on the wall creates startling light. In the mirror, the face of a newborn, a bit dazed and befuddled.
A cat herds you toward the kitchen, crying breakfast. You heat water on the stove, break eggs over a frying pan, pour milk from a carton.
The kitchen windows are dark and reflective. Hold a hand against the glass and look outside. Skies are clear. No sign of those showers. There's the moon, a soap shaving hanging above the horizon with Venus, the morning star.
Continued at... In The Morning
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Artwork: Crescent Moon and Venus by John K. Nakata
You are washed up out of dreams like a castaway, bobbing in the surf. There's an urge to linger, floating aimlessly, but the firm tide of purpose pushes you toward awareness, that solid land of here and now.
Another day begins in darkness, like so many others. You walk as if naked on the sands of a strange shore, fumbling for recognition. A switch on the wall creates startling light. In the mirror, the face of a newborn, a bit dazed and befuddled.
A cat herds you toward the kitchen, crying breakfast. You heat water on the stove, break eggs over a frying pan, pour milk from a carton.
The kitchen windows are dark and reflective. Hold a hand against the glass and look outside. Skies are clear. No sign of those showers. There's the moon, a soap shaving hanging above the horizon with Venus, the morning star.
Continued at... In The Morning
Second Nature
The Nature Pages
Artwork: Crescent Moon and Venus by John K. Nakata
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