Author Archives: Susanna J. Sturgis
Read While You Walk
Early this fall I started noticing black plastic stakes along the path I walk daily behind the West Tisbury School. They were maybe three and a half or four feet high and about a hundred feet apart (that’s a guesstimate … Continue reading
October & November License Plate Report
If you guessed from the absence of an October report that there were no new sightings that month, you would be right. And as September and October went, so went November. October’s most noteworthy event came near the end of … Continue reading
Winter Is Icumen In
Winter has been icumen in for a while now, but in fits and starts. In the early days of the month I put flannel sheets on the bed, turned the heater on for the first time since late April, and … Continue reading
Another No-Name Blows By
A formidable northeaster blew through earlier this week. I’m pretty sure it’s passed because the leaves are barely rustling and there’s enough sunlight to cast shadows on the road. But it was a big one. When I went to bed … Continue reading
Fall Finally Got Here
Fall was late getting a foothold this year. Most years, on or about September 1, August humidity falls away and driving down Old County Road I spot at least a hint of fall color in the trees. This year September … Continue reading
September License Plate Report
Nothing to report except there’s nothing to report. No last-minute sightings, no nothing. It’s disappointing for sure, but hey, we’re talking about September, Covid limitations are still in effect (I don’t see any license plates on my way to a … Continue reading
A Red Balloon
Yesterday morning, walking down Pine Hill with Tam, I spotted something bright red way up ahead. Huh? It was too bright and too red to be natural — unless it was a mushroom? Not likely: It was too big, and … Continue reading
August License Plate Report
August was looking like a complete bust — which isn’t all that unusual for August — when I pulled into the beer store on the last Sunday of the month and there it was: West Virginia. The parking lot that … Continue reading
Henri, Meet Uncle Bob
As I write, we’re on the fringes of Tropical Storm Henri. The wind is blowing, there’s been some rain, but so far, so good. The electricity flickered a couple of times before 7 but I went ahead and made the … Continue reading
Tam Gets Bit by a Fence
The late Rhodry and Travvy both spent time around horse barns so they learned about electric fences early on. Rhodry in particular didn’t even trust rope lying on the ground: if he couldn’t detour around it, he’d clear it by … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 