Most young people today are raised in cities. They lack knowledge of life in the great outdoors. I consider myself lucky that my father took me hunting for rabbits and fishing back in Indiana. I learned to track from him. I could tell which way a rabbit was headed and whether or not it was in a hurry. Those weekend outings in Hoosier farm country during my youth certainly weren’t wilderness experiences, but they gave me an appreciation of nature.
When Vic and I were in Connecticut during graduate school, we lived for a year on a 7-acre farm while the faculty member who owned it was on sabbatical. Vic began birding that year. We raised lambs, grew a garden—our first together—and enjoyed winter walks in the snow through the woods. It was fun to read the signs in the snow to see what animals had been by since our last walk.