Shedding my fur

Roadkill, personal domestication, and becoming human. And some fun facts about atmospheric nitrogen.

Most days of this dreary week, the quilt patch plots of corn stubble, exposed earth, infrequent fields of tender winter wheat, and short cropped pasture specked with angus cows, all stitched together by leafless threads of ditch elm and sleeping mulberry undulate by, from along the muddy gravel roads that trace through Northeast Missouri’s somber windbl…