Peter Shelton

Raven Steals the Sun

Posted in Animal Dreams, Watch columns by pshelton on September 1, 2011

The first golf ball was not far outside our fence line, within driving distance (or long-iron range), maybe, of the house.

There it sat in the adobe clay, like a shiny white egg. What the . . ? What was a golf ball doing out on this dry sage hillside? (more…)