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Merry Christmas
It’s almost midnight on Christmas Eve. The flurry of preparations has come to a halt (for now) and almost nothing is stirring. I’ve been so busy that I’ve not had the chance to make a special holiday post. Here in bayou country, we do things a little differently. Santa rides a boat, and the boat…

Chaoui goes to Grand Isle – Part 1
Would anyone in their right mind take a toddler coon on vacation? I don’t know if we have right minds, but we did. Chaoui accompanied us to Grand Isle, Louisiana. We bought her a pet taxi to travel in and a doggie cage to stay in once we arrived. With no time to waste, Chaoui…

First Annual Ladies Outdoor Learning
Several years ago, I attended the first annual Women in the Outdoors event in Bunkie, LA hosted by the Louisiana State Wild Turkey Federation Bossy Hens. That event helped me overcome my prejudices against shotguns. In October of the same year, LilSis, my friend Sherri, and I attended a Baton Rouge WITO one-day event, where…
Riding High on the Victory Cloud!
LOWA, the Louisiana Outdoor Writers Association, recruited me for membership back in 2005 based on my book, Before the Saltwater Came. I didn’t see how such a book qualified me for membership, but it did. Among the handful of women members at that time was Susan Gros, a national fishing champion, and I was starry eyed and a wee bit intimidated!

Hurricane Ike: Day 7 on Bayou Dularge, LA
Today was the day the working people were able to come down the bayou and take care of business and help others take care of their business, too. There were 10 of us taking care of my business today. To Dan, Iad, Mark, Mike, Rach, HH, Ash, Marilyn, Warren, and Termite, I say THANK YOU…
A Day in the Louisiana Wetlands
or BW is a photo bum. It’s a really good thing we don’t have a beach here, because I am absolutely certain I would be a beach bum, with a sand-crusted camera and skin like leather. Today was like a spring day, and it seemed like everyone wanted to be out and about with this…
Creepy! But, it’s a good photo.
Food Chain. Momma Nature’s sacred circle of life.
I luv the coming autumn season when spider webs dripping jewels of dew sparkles in the early morning sun.
So the banana spiders are out already? Must be time for fall!
Yes, Kim, isn’t it amazing? One morning this week I walked outside to the absence of humidity and the sky had a green aura like after a hurricane. I sensed the earth had tilted slightly; and now sunrise is after 6 a.m., not before.
Ooooh, I know they are necessary in the great scheme of things – but I HATE spiders! My sympathies are all with the locust. They have such a short life anyway, seems terrible to shorten it further!
I look forward to the first song of the cicada high in the live oak trees signaling the onslaught of summer; and then before you know it, the banana spider webs extend between the branches of the same oak trees, trapping the beautiful cicadas for food.
Noisy little buggers !!
One of my lovely memories of my indoor Siamese centers around a locust. She was sitting on the second floor balcony (which fronted a small, tree-lined creek) outside the kitchen, when she suddenly darted back in. You could almost hear her saying, “See, Momma, I told you I could catch a bird!” A locust had literally flown head first into her mouth and its wings were flapping on each side of her jaws. She was so upset with me when I took it away and released it!
Great story, Joan!