A Story for the Birds

A Story for the Birds

“Pretty postage stamps? Oh yes, this sheet of ‘Birds of Prey’ is especially nice,” the helpful postal office worker told me. “No birds,” I murmured. Glancing up, she did not comment, but I think she was wondering, “Who doesn’t like birds?” That would be me Before I...
Bitten By the Auction Bug

Bitten By the Auction Bug

When I was a child, Daddy would occasionally load up and haul a few weaner pigs or several skim milk calves to MacLean’s Auction Mart on a Saturday morning. I was always thrilled when he invited me to tag along as he transacted business at that time-honored...
All Fired Up

All Fired Up

Old Man Winter had a firm grip on that long ago February morning in the Alberta foothills. To walk the quarter mile uphill from our farmhouse to the main road where we’d catch the school bus, Mom had wrapped me in multiple layers Only a small slit across my eyes was...