When I entered the house through the kitchen, something was different. Parker’s tuna dish was not there by the refrigerator, and his beautiful orange face did not come to greet me.
Your words are my food, your breath my wine.
A Brandt’s cormorant eyes a pelagic crab. But he has plans for a deep water dinner.
“A house without a cat is like a day without sunshine, a pie without formage, a dinner without wine.”
When a tree falls in the wood, one crow is pretty upset about it.
A young green heron searches for dinner in the quiet pools of the Carmel River long before the heavy rains of winter.
I will drink milk when cows eat grape. -Henri Toulouse-Lautrec
Forget subtlety: Wine.
“Wine is just a conversation waiting to happen.”
Just as a honeybee is colored by the blue pollen of a chicory flower, we too are painted by the world we ingest.
A neglected plot of amaranth serves up a bountiful lunch for this male Oregon junco.
A female dark-eyed junco (Oregon) scopes out the beds for a place to build her nest.