Fauna – Wildlife of the Flint Hills
Ah, spring in Kansas! When, after eight months of country school, we celebrated the last day with a school picnic in the woods near the creek, there to play games and wade, and pick Johnny-Jump-Ups and dandelions. It was spring when I could find violets along the stone fence near the south Cottonwood tree. It was spring when I could hear the coyotes howling in concert from the hills and when I could feast my soul in day time with the sight of those same rolling hills now green again and dotted with wildflowers and white faced calves.
From memories of Irene Rogler Palenske