Dogs. Dawgs. Other critters. Life as Oliver Wendell Douglas. Live heirlooms, both flora and fauna. Self-sufficiency. Suffering not a fool to live. Land stewardship. Turnip trucks, and those who have not fallen therefrom. Training things. Growing things. Search and rescue. What is this bug and what is it doing under my desk light? Embracing the reality that Nature Bats Last.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Auspex
Once in a California Sierra
I was swooped down upon when I was small,
And measured, but not taken after all,
By a great eagle bird in all its terror.
I was swooped down upon when I was small,
And measured, but not taken after all,
By a great eagle bird in all its terror.
Such auspices are very hard to read.
My parents when I ran to them averred
I was rejected by the royal bird
As one who would not make a Ganymede.
My parents when I ran to them averred
I was rejected by the royal bird
As one who would not make a Ganymede.
Not find a barkeep unto Jove in me?
I have remained resentful to this day
When any but myself presumed to say
That there was anything I couldn't be.
I have remained resentful to this day
When any but myself presumed to say
That there was anything I couldn't be.
-- Robert Frost
I am pleased to learn from this video that French for "Oh, shit!" is "Oh, shit!"
At least in Quebec it is.
Billy, did Grampa ever tell you about the time he was briefly abducted by an eagle?
Update 12-19-12
Alas, it appears that the exclamation unbelievable is probably spot-on.
Well-done, though.
And always nice to find an excuse for a little Big Bob Frost.
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Nature Bats Last,
wildlife
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