Two red-winged blackbirds chortled. One perched on a flimsy red willow in the swamp, and the other sang from the hillside, not that far ahead. A distant “honk, honk, honk…” emanated from the east, and a series of “ke-honks” came from the River Raisin, a half mile to the west. “Gob-obl-obl-obl! Obl-obl-obl-obl! Obl-obl-obl-obl!” rang through… Continue reading Oh, What Fun!
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“Rabbits at the Golden Hick’ry”
“Snapshot Saturday”
A Smoothbore Shooter’s Cobb Salad
Goose wings swished in the darkness. Moccasins crept along the earthen byway. At the oaks, the rolling hill took a sharp drop, falling to the edge of the swamp grasses with a steep slope. Moccasins slipped and scooted. Halfway down the west face, four red oaks, all about the size of a rum keg, clumped… Continue reading A Smoothbore Shooter’s Cobb Salad
“Meandering Through Tall Pines”
“Snapshot Saturday”
“That’s where you belong…”
Damp elk moccasins scuffed away duff. Dew drops clung to the bushy cedar’s bough tips. Sweep by sweep, the nest took shape. Msko-waagosh, the returned white captive who spent his youth among the Ojibwe, sat cross-legged in the depression. A soft fog drifted about, pushed by a warm, humid breath, then an occasional chilly gust.… Continue reading “That’s where you belong…”
Time to Move On…
Trail-worn moccasins whispered in soggy snow. Up on the rise, a blue jay sang a contented morning song: “Swip-it! Swip-it! Swip-it! ” Sunlight streamed through the hardwoods. The aroma of warm bark perfumed the fresh, cool air. Three steps and the barren glade returned to silence. Three more footfalls, then stiff fingers touched a shag-bark… Continue reading Time to Move On…
“A Wary Gobbler”
“Snapshot Saturday”
“Forging the Long Lake Ax”
“Snapshot Saturday”