There was a pattern. About 11:00 PM the entire gang was running laps on the ceiling planking, leaping electrical wires and dancing jigs.
“I trailed the snake fifty feet to a juniper at the corner of the building. Beneath the tree it curled its ungainly body into a corkscrew, raised its head, and fastened its eyes on me, its tail doing a rattle dance.”
A Sheepherder’s Life
“Ten minutes later I rounded a curve and there they were, mounds and mounds of grayish sheep butts and poufy heads, baaing and bleating and trodding and trampling.”
Packrat Den Demolition
I reached the sanctum sanctorum. A perfect ball of fluff made from a piece of jeans insulation interwoven with black cat hairs. The hole hollowed out of the center provided a soft and warm place for the architect to sleep.
I gasped. Didn’t he know? Courting a female tarantula requires finesse! Ted was showing no finesse. He was acting like a horny teenager.
When a Pronghorn is Not a Deer
It was obviously a youngster…frantically searching for its kin. Desperate to outrun the predator, it leaped and bounded, reaching a speed of 55 mph…
The Ash Tree of My Childhood
They never knew I was there, hidden in the branches of the ash tree, wondering what it would be like to scamper like a squirrel or crawl like a beetle.
Raven glides on currents high
Stroking invisible breath
Pushing air to me
My Debut Novel, The Dreaded Cliff
Everyone can relate to family, home, friends, and wanting to be part of something bigger. And losing your way and finding that wise inner voice that guides you.
A Second Chance
I rescued the quivering ball of fur from the jaws of my cat. Its tiny head stuck out of one side of Coco’s mouth, a grey tail trailed from the other side. I wasn’t even sure he had anything, but as I followed him on our evening walk, he had crouched and flicked his tail.…… Continue reading A Second Chance