As the sun rose over Lake Eros, the animals began their day. Five Canadian geese with brown feathers and black beaks glided across the water, moving with a mix of confidence and menace, like sharks circling a reef. Fero, one of the geese, watched the beavers building a dam, grinned, and knocked the male beaver ...

It was mid-November, and fall had arrived. The rural landscape had fallen under its spell. Foliage showed off shades of red, gold, and orange. Crops of fruits and vegetables stood tall and proud after months of growth. At four o’clock, Farmer Peterson’s truck grumbled over the bridge overlooking his farm. Beyond the bridge, a creek ...

It was the middle of September. In less than a week, summer would perish. Fall could begin its reign. That is, if everyone followed Nature’s clock. But, many humans don’t. Schools began in early August, much to the chagrin of students who savored the last days of summer. Labor Day offered workers a brief but ...

Every movement is necessary for my survival; to stop, even while sleeping, would be certain death. Some can lounge along the reefs and chat amongst themselves without fear. I don’t envy nor despise them, for we all make the best of what we’re given in this strange world. Behind me, hitchers stick to my back ...

The rural cul-de-sac stands silent as a spring morning slowly creeps on. Any human soul awake is inside with a cup of coffee in their hands. Meanwhile, outside nature continues to run its course; bees visit clover fields, birds guard eggs while warding off intruders, and rabbits scurry through bushes and backyards. A particular rabbit, ...