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Cornie Fletcher, carrying a small tub of plaster of paris, bends toward the ground excitedly scanning for bobcat paw prints. She’s talking the whole time. About her collection of plaster animal tracks, about her Sunday school class, about her flowers and trees, her cardinal with a broken leg, the puppies and dogs abandoned at her…

Try this alternative to fried chicken on your next picnic

Lineman rescues paratroopers from Lost Pines

Intimations of mortality and a close call with a sow as Mother drove through the night

Co-op general manager’s pet project