Eight hours after these pictures were taken there was nothing left but wet leaves and mud.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The Kettle Heats Up
As the Spring sun warms a Kettle River flood plain, the thin layer of ice that stands two feet above the ground breaks and crashes to the forest floor. It's LOUD.
Eight hours after these pictures were taken there was nothing left but wet leaves and mud.
Eight hours after these pictures were taken there was nothing left but wet leaves and mud.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Merle
The story of Merle is the story of my life. Short version: Subzero night. Tiny plaintive animal noise. Attempts to ignore tiny plaintive animal noise fail. 
This guy is completely loveable. He clearly had a home once (maybe still does - we're looking). You can tell by how affectionate he is with people, and by the fact that he is 100% litterbox trained. He's easy. I was surprised by how quickly he adapted to a new environment, and in fact, if this environment did not include dogs (which he hates) and travel (which every cat hates) I would not be seeking a home for Merle.
Merle greets the dogs
This guy is completely loveable. He clearly had a home once (maybe still does - we're looking). You can tell by how affectionate he is with people, and by the fact that he is 100% litterbox trained. He's easy. I was surprised by how quickly he adapted to a new environment, and in fact, if this environment did not include dogs (which he hates) and travel (which every cat hates) I would not be seeking a home for Merle.
Merle greets the dogs
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