Robert Michael Pyle

I was really looking forward to this book and, for a while, it was quite mellow,
with lovely descriptions of birds and animals.

Yet, instead of placing Bird Prevention
Decals on his windows, he continued to predictably
picked up the fallen dead birds.

Then he described how he drowned the baby possums from a dead mother
instead of calling a Wildlife or Possum Rescue.

Hard to figure....

I really thought this was going to be about more about Bigfoot and less about how we're destroying his habitat if he does exist. Long, dry, and for a book about a cryptid, kind of boring.

A lovely collection of reflective, observational poetry. The poet is also a professional naturalist and it shows: about half of the poems are celebrations of the natural world in Cascadia; often of very small elements of it. The others are more interpersonal, with a few particularly heartfelt poems about loss: bereavement, aging, and the loss of folkways.

A lovely collection of reflective, observational poetry. The poet is also a professional naturalist and it shows: about half of the poems are celebrations of the natural world in Cascadia; often of very small elements of it. The others are more interpersonal, with a few particularly heartfelt poems about loss: bereavement, aging, and the loss of folkways.