Idea to drive east into country where I once saw a bluebird migrating through Saskatchewan
Check my emails; friend from Ontario sends song title “I Heard the Bluebird Sing”
Good-bye to my hubby as I increase his mask supply
We talk about someone’s motives and I leave house with Elvis’ song in my head “Suspicious Minds”
Benefit of that is I observe, question everything. Acceptance
See six school buses so stop in country on first gravel road approach; leave message forgrandchildren
Text a friend that I passed her lane on my way for the day away
Hawks circle at next approach for bathroom stop; back in car as car swoops over a hill
Sit and stare as a gull circles; and cross the way; brown geese cover the field; a crow’s nest
Pussy willows and phone rings from my daughter; isolation extended; a catch up with a granddaughter
As eight deer take turns prancing across the road; a school bus comes over the hill; spend an hour as a five-year-old explains the jungle gym she is making in her backyard and the first snow flakes fall
Thought: Universe reflecting where I need to be. Move on to be in Humboldt by noon; highway #5; Construction 60 kph; four miles broken pavement; snow squall; the sun comes out
Magpie, horse, cows, Canada geese, more school buses, one ambulance; huge snow squall by
Bruno; hardly any visibility at Carmel corner. See a sign. Leave highway for gravel road. Headed for
Wildlife Refuge. Few miles down the road and there it was; a moose on the road. I pulled off into field as same elevation as road; and just watched till it sauntered away.
Drove up to where it stepped off the road into the bush; and there they were. Twin calves.
Mature twin calves; less than two car lengths from me. Staring me down. What a Sight to see.
Move on; winding dirt road in between sloughs on to a better one till says no through road
Past old-fashioned farmyard. Stopped after watching black cows on gold straw; geese migration flyway.
Through Burr town; on to gravel road; Smaller than I remember; to the farm where I grew up
Found a rock, a feather, cloth and a piece of wood. Crocus Hill is no more; through the country side
One snow squall after another; into Humboldt; a sister’s birthday lunch; a walk about; a surprise outdoor cousin visit; all masked; a catch up on a quiet street; a contemplative drive home.
April 19, 2021
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