Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
Life in the wilds of Wauwatosa can be cruel sometimes.
Take - for instance - the nest that the mourning doves built on a tiny ledge of my neighbor's house. Mourning doves aren't very bright and their nests are notoriously flimsy. This one in particular was ill-conceived and poorly concealed. Last week I returned from the day job to find a crow dining on the last of the baby doves in the middle of my driveway.
Mama robin built a nest on the angled portion of the gutter downspout.
We've been watching her feeding her growing brood daily.
Yesterday morning the nest and its occupants was gone. My guess? A marauding raccoon recently spied in the neighborhood.
As of this morning the family occupying the hanging basket is doing fine...