The Wisdom of Long Ago

One-by-one, five blue jays hollered. A chipping sparrow bobbed up-and-down on an autumn olive sprig. Its beak opened, but the blue-jay ruckus overpowered this tiny, forest tenant’s “chip, chip, chip, chip, chip…” The constant “JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY!” intensified as two of the sentinels flew closer. Such was the commotion of that October afternoon,… Continue reading The Wisdom of Long Ago

Drafting a new meaning

Canada geese ceased honking at the first shot. A few minutes later a second shot, which sounded like it came from the far hillside, echoed up and down the River Raisin. An anxious thumb rubbed the Northwest gun’s jaw screw. The dangerous intrusion whisked away the cool morning’s pleasant, drying-leaves fragrance, or at least conscious… Continue reading Drafting a new meaning

The Slow Stalk Back…

A bending, hesitant foreleg hinted. A second rising, then falling hoof removed suspicion. Despite the hazy cloak of small snowflakes filtering earthward, the deer’s faint outline became all too obvious in the snow-clad tangle of twigs and cedar boughs. Another shape appeared, then a third. A weary woodsman’s right shoulder leaned against a stout red… Continue reading The Slow Stalk Back…