Isn't he handsome?

Isn't he handsome?

Every fall, one of the things I look forward to is the arrival of the brown pelicans, our state bird.  The other is the arrival of the eagles. After returning from a recent fishing trip, this guy performed a water dance for me in hopes of getting me to toss him some fish remains.  I…

Chapter 1 – The Move

My olfactory nerves were on overload as the smell of boiled eggs emanated from the rich, brown soup that swirled around the canoe.  It’s not a smell altogether offensive, not reeking solely of death and decomposition, but a dark earthy scent exuding both life and death.  Some folks would say the water is just stagnant;…