Cocoon mode* - day 16: Three check the mail, Daniel hunts for moose, a dog stalks me, the leaves go fast
Friday, September 25, 2009 at 4:37AM ;)
As I drove down Gail Street, I saw a grandmotherly woman and two small children check their mail.
;)
I was pedaling my bicycle, when I saw this young man walking alongside Church Road with a rifle slung over his shoulder. "What are you hunting?" I shouted.
"Moose," he answered, just as I knew he would, for what else could he have been hunting?
I parked my bike, climbed the little hill and shot two frames in two seconds, as that's about as fast as I can do it with the pocket camera.
His name was Daniel and he had not seen a moose at all, but he had saw a man who had shot one.
"Good luck," I said, as I returned to my bike.
I should have got his phone number and address, so that if he brought down a moose, I could have gone over and got a chunk.
;)
And as I traversed Brockton on foot, I spotted a dog stalking me through the trees. I stopped, pointed my pocket camera at it and it fled deeper into the trees, but still followed. I thought of its wolf ancestors. I imagined that it was a wolf and I was a woodland caribou with a sprained ankle, worried for my life.
;)
Eventually, it went into a nearby yard, and then watched me warily from behind this tent. It followed me no further.
The caribou had survived. It's ankle would heal.
The poor damn wolf would starve.
At least this one would, for I think it was rather incompetent, and a bit cowardly.
The pack had booted it out and wanted nothing more to do with it.
;)
The leaves are coming down fast. Soon, ravens will shout at each other and at me, from the bare branches of the birch trees. It is supposed to snow tonight, but the snow is not supposed to stick.
*Cocoon mode: Until I finish up a big project that I am working on, I am keeping this blog at bare-minimum simple. I anticipate about one month.
Reader Comments (4)
Hi Bill,
Thanks for inviting me. I am enjoying what I have read so far. I like how you write. What is the big project?
Aw. Poor wolf. Booted out by the pack. Starving. That made me just a little bit sad even though that caribou with the screwed up ankle celebrated.
Bill, I just caught up on a lot of your blogs today & as always immensely enjoyed them. In fact, you inspired me to do my most recent blog of today - Proper Stance when Eating - b/c you said you were rambling. I figured, Bill can ramble, so can Ruthie. You're right about Margie having her share of physical problems this year. Tooth pain is the worst.
Like you, I love looking at people of the opposite sex even tho I've got the best man in the world. He pays my health insurance bill. Guess he wants to keep me around for awhile. When I bought Cujo salmon today I was hoping it came from Alaska but all the fish lady knew was that it came from the USA.
I love all your photos, Bill, even the blurry ones. I remarked to myself that you're weeks ahead of us in the autumn season, our leaves have just started their tumble. I also thought when you photographed the woman with white hair and those 2 little kids, I thought, Oh-oh, would Bill think I'm an old lady? Quite possibly, I've got all white hair. Carly Simon was right: I'm so vain.
Leter, Bill!!!
Eye - Thanks for dropping by. The project is an issue of Uiñiq magazine, which you can find explained here:
http://wasillaalaskaby300.squarespace.com/journal/category/uiiq
Debby - You have a kind and compassionate heart.
Ruth, if that salmon was really good then it probably came from Alaska. It's okay if you have white hair. My beard is largely white, now. I suppose my hair will follow soon - if it stays on my head. It's okay to be elderly, even though I don't like the idea that I will be, all too soon. To some young people, I already am.
But still, you caused me to rethink my wording and so I changed "elderly" to "grandmotherly."