The Wonderings of Kate The last few months have been full of nests.   I didn’t realize for several weeks that one of my Boston ferns had been a home for a mother wren.  By the time I found the nest, it had been well used and then abandoned, as evidenced by the egg shell particles that lined the tiny dwelling. The next nest I found was on the ground, perfectly intact and rather new looking, made of strong twigs and dried grass.  I wondered how it fell out of the tree.  Was it

The Wonderings of Kate When my three teen-aged boys burst into my bathroom on Tuesday morning, I knew immediately that something was...

My youngest has a renewed interest in ancient creatures of the land and sea.  We went fossil hunting on an unseasonably warm day in...