Brought a friend home from the road beside the hawthorns. Last spring, he neglected to look left and right. Sheesh.
I hate it when my friends get like this.
Still, here are his buddies, carrying on…
Note the Hawk to the Right…
…looking to do a bit of carrying on himself.
In the old stories, this kind of thing ends with the hero jumping up into new life, a little embarrassed but full of vim. I’ll write a story, that’s what. I was looking for a hero for a kind of sci-fi version of the story of the Columbia Basin. Keep tuned.
Now off to my talk in Kelowna. I’ll let you know how it went!