Photo from Jasper County, Iowa Recorder's Abstract of Original Entries. Jesse Reeves' May 17, 1854 purchase of 167 acres of Iowa prairie is on the highlighted line.

Redux: Jesse Reeves

Earlier in this blog, I identified the first person to buy the land containing Owl Acres. Further research confirmed the name but discovered that it was a completely different person. That put a different spin on his life. So, meet Jesse Reeves—again. Jesse Reeves and his wife Sybil were the first settlers to own the […]

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Dense clusters of tiny white flowers with yellow centers amid verdant, springtime foliage of Roughleaf Dogwood.

Native Host: Rough-Leaf Dogwood

Last fall we identified several types of berries along the edges of Owl Acres. One type of those berries was the white, pea-sized berries of the rough-leaf dogwoods which were growing in the yard and along the railroad tracks. I was familiar with some of the legends surrounding the dogwood, and was perhaps a bit […]

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A Red-Wing Blackbird sits on a twig and yells at the neighbors. Black songbird with crimson epaulets at the shoulders.

Conkeree: Red-Wing Blackbird

It’s hard to get an exact set of syllables that mimic or illustrate a bird song. We attach words like the robin’s “cheerily cheerily cheer up cheer up” or the white-throated sparrow’s “O Canada Canada,” but it’s not exact. We keep trying to get it just right. One of the most familiar and recognizable birdsongs […]

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Interstate from the barn. A truck on I-80 sports the familiar Amazon Smile logo, seen from the hay mow of the barn on Owl Acres. A picture with reverse composition appears in the text.

My Compass: Interstate 80

Yesterday, as Dave and Clancy and I took our daily stroll, the world was quiet. The cawing of a distant crow gave the soundscape some depth, and the cheeping of a bird flying across our path reminded me that we were not alone. A slight breeze out of the south carried the rustle of dry […]

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