We were walking down our pasture loop yesterday, and for some reason, I remembered when we first walked this path in 1999, we often saw flying squirrels that would drive the dog-of-the-day crazy. Not any more. It’s been years since we saw the last one. And ruffed grouse: We’d hear their low-frequency drumming in the woods almost every time we went down the valley, some times of the year. Red squirrels: Mountain Boomers, they’re called. I’d see them from the back porch, three or …

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