"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Some recent visitors...

Squirrel friend.

A red-breasted nuthatch.

Boreal chickadee

Black-capped chickadee

This nuthatch is putting some extra effort into prying loose the seed it wants.

This male spruce grouse gave me time for one shot before it exploded and flew into the forest.

Another nuthatch.

Male pine grosbeak

This male common redpoll showed up just before dark today.

Some of the members of the Breakfast Club that meets daily on my front deck.

A boreal chickadee selecting a peanut.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

The Littlest Snowflake, Chapter Five

http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0811-1015-4071_Journalist_Interviewing_Someone_clipart_image.jpg“Did you stay up all night to build Snowzilla?”  asked one man.

“I don’t know how it got here,” answered the father with wonder on his face.  

 All the children in the neighborhood came to marvel at the giant snowman.  


“It’s bigger this year, isn’t it, Mr. Powers?” said one.

“Yes, it is.  It looks to be about twenty-five feet high,” said Mr. Powers.

“Did you hear about the protest at City Hall?”   Mr. Powers said he hadn’t and the man told him that  about a dozen three-foot-high snowmen were picketing the front of entrance of City Hall.  He said they were carrying signs that read “Snowmen have rights” and “Heck no, we won’t go” and “Snowzilla needs a bailout.”  


Snowzilla’s picture was on the front page of the newspaper under the banner headline:  “Revenge of Snowzilla.”  On the editorial page, the newspaper printed dozens of letters that chastised the city for trying to stop the building of Snowzilla. 

From his perch atop the carrot nose (he’d finally learned what it was he was resting on), the Littlest Snowflake looked down and felt happy.  He was proud to be a small part of this snowman that brought smiles to the faces of children and adults.

All day long people asked Mr. Powers how he had managed to build Snowzilla in one night, because the preceding Snowzillas had taken weeks.   Mr. Powers said he didn’t know how Snowzilla had been built so quickly.  Again and again ,he answered their questions, denying any knowledge of how it happened.


Finally, weary of the questions from visitors and reporters, Mr. Powers smiled and told them the truth: 

“There must have been some magic in that old top hat of his…”

The End

Saturday, December 23, 2017

The Littlest Snowflake, Chapter Four

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/49/a8/f1/49a8f1391d3a93860ea02d4b06206528--winter-clipart-christmas-clipart.jpgThen one night, when it was very, very dark, the Littlest Snowflake felt his ball of snow rising from its resting place and moving.  It was too dark to see, but from all the whispers, the Littlest Snowflake soon understood what was happening. 

He felt gentle pressure patting and packing the snowflakes closer together.  The snowflakes right beneath him were moved aside and a long, dark shape appeared in their place. 


From somewhere very close, he recognized some of his cousins’ voices saying, “Aaaaaaahhh.  That feels nice…”  He felt something soft and fuzzy brush against him, then fall away.


The sky in the east began to turn from black to purple and then to gold, and the Littlest Snowflake settled down to sleep for the day.  Suddenly, one of the snowflakes cried, “They did it!  They did it!”  


The Littlest Snowflake opened his eyes and looked.  He was far, far above the ground and could see all around the neighborhood.    There was a moose and her baby munching on ornamental shrubbery in the next yard.   Rabbits were hopping all around and colorful birds were landing in the trees.


He looked down and saw that he was resting on a bright orange thing sticking out of the snowball. Right beneath that was a corncob pipe. 

There was a multi-colored scarf tied below his snowball, and two huge snowballs beneath that.  Big thick tree branches stuck out from either side of the middle snowball, and bright red gloves were on the end of each branch.

The Littlest Snowflake looked above him and saw two black buckets stuck in his ball of snow, and a big black stovepipe hat on the very top.  Wow, he thought.  I’m the king of the world.

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Soon people began to gather and take pictures of the giant snowman.  Children ran around laughing and guessing how high the big snowballs were.


Then the  father came out of the house to see what all the fuss was about.  


To be continued...