I first “met” Chief Crowfoot when we took three grandchildren camping from Idaho into Montana and Canada.
One of the things we enjoy at the convent is the gentle sense of humor. Nuns may have serious work to do, but they enjoy the antics of their goats, good jokes, and the quirks of human nature. They share smiles easily.
“Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young,even Your Altars, O Lord of Hosts.”
“Like thy rocks of towering grandeur, make me strong and sure–” from a hymn we sang at church camp about six decades ago. It comes back to me as we drive through the Canadian Rockies.
Sister Agnes, the goat’s “midwife,” had a nightmare, about the time “Pansy” was due, that the birth was frighteningly difficult and she delivered a moose instead of a goat.
Horses, used before motorized equipment came in, were provided with hard leather hats and did not work double shifts. A coal miner, who could work double shifts, was required to return his horse to the barn and get a rested one for his second shift.
Here we are, September 2012, in Dawson Creek, British Columbia, waiting for our new fuel pump, waiting for bank transactions so we can pay for it. There we were, 15 years ago in Jasper, Alberta, with 3 grandchildren and a transmission that gave out on Friday afternoon before Canada Day on a Tuesday… Sabrina had entered adolescence with a vengeance and was taking it out on Jason in particular, but anyone else in her path. Denise, at 10, seemed more…
I saw something by the road: Dog? Coyote? Never saw a coyote this size.
Beavers have a split hind toenail