Saturday morning baby and I walked the dogs down into the floodplain and along the river. She’s learning more and more about the local wildlife, and gets excited about deer and ducks in a way only a toddler can. This is a good time of year to see deer, in midwinter, when the absence of foliage opens up longer vistas in the woods, and the deer are active in family groups. The coyotes are active now, too, and my neighbors came upon a trio earlier in the week right in the spot we most commonly walk, but baby and I were probably a little loud.
Enjoyed! The strip brought two thoughts to mind: that I miss the incomparable Calvin and Hobbes and a quote from Gregory Bateson, one of the 20th century’s great minds. “The major problems in the world are the result of the difference between how nature works and the way people think.” Thanks for this Chris.
I didn’t grow up in a refurbished landfill, but one of the interesting quirks about living in rural Vermont is that there are thousands of these tiny micro-dumps dotting the landscape. There’s one that’s about a quarter mile from my childhood home, and it’s full of old medicine bottles, metal cans, and other castoffs. My home actually had an old basement full of pottery fragments and nails from an ancient (1800s?) home that stood there. It’s since been filled in, but my brother and I spent many hours as amateur archeologists sifting through the dirt to find treasures.
Bunker herons and Okie noodlers
Great read. thanks Chris.
The heron section reminded me of Paul Farley's poem "Heron"
"One of the most begrudging avian take-offs
is the heron's fucking hell, all right, all right, ..."
http://a-poem-a-day-project.blogspot.com/2014/08/day-768-heron.html
Had to smile too - the presence of "baby and I", colours the writing in unexpected ways.
Enjoyed! The strip brought two thoughts to mind: that I miss the incomparable Calvin and Hobbes and a quote from Gregory Bateson, one of the 20th century’s great minds. “The major problems in the world are the result of the difference between how nature works and the way people think.” Thanks for this Chris.
Another great read. I hope you put these weekly collection of stories in a book.
I didn’t grow up in a refurbished landfill, but one of the interesting quirks about living in rural Vermont is that there are thousands of these tiny micro-dumps dotting the landscape. There’s one that’s about a quarter mile from my childhood home, and it’s full of old medicine bottles, metal cans, and other castoffs. My home actually had an old basement full of pottery fragments and nails from an ancient (1800s?) home that stood there. It’s since been filled in, but my brother and I spent many hours as amateur archeologists sifting through the dirt to find treasures.
Top notch Field Notes this week, Chris. 4 out of 5 Baby Deer Pelvises 🦌🦌🦌🦌