Stories
The Apple Blossom Parade
My first love was a horse. Only a few days old, he picked his feet up high and cavorted around his mother, his head held high. He snorted, as if we humans were so unimportant, and he was the greatest in the world. I named him Prancer. A few years later, after his...
Barn owl babies…
Barn owls are different and mystical. I just learned that barn owl chicks in the nest share food and make sure all their siblings get to eat. I read an article in Audubon.org by Emilie Silber about what some researchers from Switzerland discovered—baby barn owls...
Washington’s Letters 1
Our history—a different kind of war. I like to do historical research. I ran across Washington’s Letters in the National Archives, and I was intrigued by how different war was conducted in the Revolutionary War—244 years ago (that is about ten...
The Baby Javelina
A baby javalina was lost on the ranch. In Arizona, cattle ranches are very large. Our ranch was one of the smaller ones, only five and a half sections (each section is a mile square). My husband and I were driving the pickup to a spot about three miles from home to...
A Good Laugh
I got my good laugh today. Pepe (small white dog) wanted me to throw his toy while I was dealing with paperwork in my office. I took a couple of minutes and threw his snowman toy (the one that is a good squeaker) for him. Seeka (new calico kitten) was...
A pilot story about Marsha
One of my adventures….. I was piloting my Cessna Skylane single-engine plane over New Mexico, headed southwest but swinging wide to avoid the military restricted area. When I filed my flight plan the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) man told me the restricted...