Skittles Finds a Friend

I drove out to the farm to check on Skittles. I was worried about her because she’d been venturing out into the wilds as of late, and with the human scent on her, I was concerned that she might not be accepted by her own kind any more.

As I neared the farm, my fears were allayed; she was out in a field, romping around and looking for food with a new friend.

At this time of year, a field is like a giant scratch-off ticket for the deer; they may get lucky and scratch up something to eat, or find nothing and have to move on. Today, they would get lucky.

Skittles has come a long way since we found her orphaned last year. She may be scratching around in a field now, but with all the new friends she’s made, I think she’s already won the lottery.

–Photo by me

our wild side (senryu)

we’re all wild turkeys–

some are just more red-faced than

others about it

–photo by me

snowy owl

i saw a little snowman in a field

that, like a clump of snow, was indistinct,

and as i watched and wondered who had built it,

suddenly the little snowman blinked

–photo by me

shot of the night

in the camera’s flash,

the gently falling snow

suddenly becomes the

myriad constellations

of a star-spangled sky

–photo by me

River Rink

What do several great NHL players, including three that joined the US Olympic Hockey Team, have in common? They all had their humble beginnings right here, at the river rink in Warroad, MN.

For a town of less than 2,000, that is simply incredible. Perhaps some of the fighting spirit that gave the town its name still hangs in the frigid air.

I look at the kids out there now and wonder what great future hockey players may be among them.

–Photo by me