Author name: Emily Carter

I remember the first time I saw a bison up close. It was in the early morning light of the

I was walking through the early morning fog near a beaver pond in Vermont when I saw him. A bull

I sat by the old stone wall last night. A shadow moved through the tall grass. It was a badger,

I watched a macaw sit on a porch today. His feathers looked like a spilled bucket of paint. He looked

I sat on my back porch yesterday. A red-tailed hawk circled the meadow. He was silent and perfectly still. I

I was sitting on my porch yesterday, watching the shadows stretch across the grass, and I thought about the jaguar.

I was sitting on my porch last autumn, watching the shadows stretch across the hills of upstate New York. There

I remember watching a bobcat move through my back pasture once. It was a cold Tuesday morning in late October.

I sat by the cage yesterday, watching Barnaby and Pip navigate their complex world of hammocks and hidden cheerios. There