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Evening begins to envelop a small farmstead when the princess—weary, sobbing, quietly fearful—stumbles into the protection of an outbuilding porch. Unseen, nearby, cold and calculating eyes follow her furtive movements. Overhead, a black form slips silently down from the sky, … Continue reading →

“The squirrel—” Michelle’s outrage and alarm choked off her sentence, unfinished. “What could it be doing now?” I thought. It had to be something far worse than what it had just been doing: drinking out of the hummingbird feeder (see … Continue reading →