A true story about an injured great horned owl, a favorite chicken and a jacket. I originally wrote this show at the beginning of the Holocene…okay, maybe not that long ago, but probably over twenty years ago, and yes, Ms. Mesquitey did tell me to calm down and write a poem.
The photos are mine and are scans of 35mm slides. The one of the owl was taken just before I transported the rascal to a friend’s rehab center. Despite the broken wing, that owl is magnificent isn’t it? And hey, so was the chicken.
Petey thinks seeds have stories and the Mexican June corn that a young farmer is growing will have some stories to tell. Let’s listen.
Petey babbles on about the southern sun, long shadows, kinetic art in the house and finally a small primrose. Whew! Oenothera primiveris seems a...
The Ol’ Guajolote is not alive with critters by the time it runs by our home. There are no fish or frogs or mud...
