Soft, buff, feather pile is a mourning dove’s last lament. Yellow jackets tumble over meaty morsels dropped by the now absent diner.
Welcome to Nature’s Call! My name is Pam Croom, I have been fascinated by nature pretty much from the time I could walk. Please join me as I learn more about the world we live in. Please leave comments and your own reflections on nature-any feedback is welcome! Sit down a spell and read about nature found in north Alabama and elsewhere.