This little bugger [Northern or Western Flicker - Colaptes auratus], has been pecking away at the outside moulding around our windows for days now, searching for insects that have crawled into the cracks between the moulding and the siding to escape winter's arctic blast. The only trouble is, with that pointed three inch beak, wood chips are flying like it had a chain saw in its mouth. Efforts, like making scary faces through the window or holding up photos of our dead cat, to drive him or her away have been fruitless. Guess we'll just have to watch the slow disintegration of our home as rain and snow water dribble down into the studs and joists. As compensation, I suppose, it is a beautiful bird and a good neighbor.
Well, here you are, at the cyber home of, among others, Trout Creek Press, The Dog River Review, and the depository for the Uncollected Papers of F. S. Whinkla. You will find a variety of unrelated ramblings, musings, dreamscapes, and outspoken tirades from myself as well, though I will endeavor to keep these to a minimum.
Why a WEB page in the first place I heard myself ask? Ego, vanity, all the usual, self-centered reasons. But also because I believe everything (well perhaps I exaggerate a little) is important, and therefore has meaning, albeit, sometimes unknown to us. And, because it might be important, someday, to someone, somewhere, I try to write it down. for as the queen in the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland said, “Write that down, it might be important!” And as the King said, in the book, “If there’s no meaning in it that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn’t try to find any.”
I am totally ignorant of how these things (WEB sites) work and expect that if I decide to continue there will be many changes, especially in the next few months - I beg your indulgence.