Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Nesting phase concluded, the hawks and the owls have moved along. Leaving to us the cardinals, robins and goldfinches to flit through the trees, singing their territorial tunes and their glorious songs of life's adventures. Gone the nuthatches and chickadees, the blue jays and the song sparrows, but just for the nonce; they are destined to return to join woodpeckers busily exploiting the forest's resources.
Large, black squawking crow juveniles still imploring sustenance from their harried parents and silent chipmunks enliven the environment as they slip through the canopy and the dense-brackened understory. Scolding red squirrels roast our ears as we obligingly leave the day's offerings. In our wake, suddenly appear hordes of peanut-addicted grey, reds and blacks.
Gone now, the ripe red strawberries and bright orange hawkweed. In their place juicy- red raspberries and just-blooming pink thimble- berry. Cowvetch runs amok over ferns and hazelnut shrubs, between cinquefoil and daisies, fleabane and buttercups; a riot of colour. Giant pines spread out in the forest their green limbs a sheltering structure.
Sharing the landscape of this forest arras, elm, maple, fir, spruce, ironwood, poplar, cedar and ash. Many agonized by the sharp thrusts of a Pileated woodpecker's search, bleeding sap. The trees creak and sway, grate trunks under the prevailing winds that gust through this place, accompanying sudden cloudbursts swelling the lazy creek to roar.
Gone now the days when grouse and partridge, fox and raccoons, the occasional porcupine and skunk might appear during our woodland rambles. In the winter months when snow is banked high and the ground is solidly frozen coyotes appear at dusk and at dawn, and deer are sometimes seen, venturing beyond their usual places of refuge. These are rare occasions when deer move closer to human habitation.
On these hot and humid summer days, we see hares silently appear on the trails, and just as silently depart. We delight in each new sighting of bold chipmunks, downy woodpeckers, chattering squirrels and chickadees awaiting homage. Or the appearance of a colourful fungus, a brown-speckled toad out of its element. Red-winged blackbirds, constant revelations of life; endless, welcoming, mysterious cycle.
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