Victor Davis Hanson As I said, I used to hunt at the woodpile and usually at sunset. One early evening, a huge “thing” broke out of the woodpile. I assumed it was some sort of coyote (distance was only 40 yards, but the wood pile and lengthy shadows camouflaged the target.) I shot once and …
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Victor Davis Hanson A Child’s Garden I think I was six or seven before I fully realized the farm was swarming with opossums. Given they were nocturnal creatures, I never saw one—until one day sometime around 1960, my grandfather asked us to go the henhouse near the barn and collect eggs. This time I noticed …
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Victor Davis Hanson A Child’s Garden of Animals About 40 years ago, I visited a rural “pound” and adopted a Queensland Heeler (“blue”), or more properly an Australian Cattle Dog. I was confused what the strange, squealing, funny looking fox/wolf-like “wild” dog was—and had only seen one before owned by a Portuguese sheep herder who …
Victor Davis Hanson A Child’s Garden of Animals In 1959 I first noticed that nesting high in the cottonwoods surrounding our artesian pond (long since dried up and in 2005 sold off) there were “big” birds. My father explained they were a pair of red-tailed hawks. My maternal grandfather added in details (he was born …
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Victor Davis HansonChild’s Garden Growing up in a rural multiethnic community, I remember all sorts of unfamiliar hysterias. Once a household by the local rural market about two miles from our home announced that the Virgin of Guadalupe had appeared on their shower door, etched in calcified sediment, as if on stained glass. Suddenly over …
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Victor Davis Hanson // Private Papers Part One Barn Owls really do like barns. And they are invaluable predators of mice, squirrels, rats and such who all do their small part to wreck a barn and its environs. And yet they are not the fierce Great-Horned-Owls of six-foot wingspans that swooped just above the ground …