Stories
Brush-turkey in my Backyard
Kevin Purdy
Yes, there was a Brush-turkey in the backyard. We were both stunned, it’s impossible! We exclaimed, how the hell did it get here?
The Fig and Me
Tiago Miranda
The root flair seems to accommodate me really well. I didn’t leave anytime soon.
The Smallest of Things
Lucy Watson
Now that spring is underway the birds have stopped visiting, and the Buttercup is again a lush green carpet dotted with hundreds of little yellow flowers.
Lost and Found: Have You Seen My Childhood Garden?
June Rubis
We stared at each other, unblinking. And it seemed for a moment that the borders between my past and present, collapsed and I was home again once more.
The Importance of Natural Buffer Zones
Glenn Smith
The smaller male catches prey and brings it to the larger female. This series of photos shows the exchange taking place. Plus, some activity to ensure the continuation of the species.
A Sweet Reprieve
Sarah McNeill
Then a ladybird appeared and settled herself onto the page of my book. So tiny and perfect. I was lost in the moment as I gazed at her intricate beauty.
Stanley Confides In Us
Stephen Downes
Five days in a row Stanley visited, quietly and skilfully biting open the small red Cotoneaster fruits and extracting the tiny seeds with his tongue.
