Come Walk with Me
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After 24 years, our little bird feeder has welcomed juncos, jays, pigeons, squirrels and even a fox. But one morning a wild turkey apparently looked at all the birdseed on the ground and decided that wasn't good enough. He wanted a seat at the table. Wild turkeys are part of life on our mountain. In spring, the males spread those magnificent tails and strut around after the hens as though the entire forest has been arranged for their personal courtship display. They're enormo

We used to see foxes near our house. Then we got corgis, and some of our wilder neighbors wisely kept their distance. Years later, after the corgis were gone, I looked outside one morning and discovered that at least one old neighbor had returned. The first fox we saw near our house stayed down the hill, slipping through the brush and keeping his distance. Then we got our corgis, and the neighborhood changed. The bobcats stopped coming onto the deck. The raccoons stopped comi

My first pigeons were the fat, determined city pigeons Grandpa fed from a pocketful of peanuts in Golden Gate Park. The pigeons outside my window today are an entirely different crowd. Tall, elegant and beautifully dressed. At least until they all pile into the feeder together. I knew pigeons long before I knew juncos. My grandparents lived on Waller Street in San Francisco, and when we visited them in the 1950s, Grandpa would walk down through the Panhandle to the children's