MAG 111

Tess Kincaid has a wonderful writing challenge.  There are no limits or named styles for  you to follow.  Just create the words from your take on the picture she supplies each week.  The magic of Mr Linky (and I'm not talking dirty!) allows you to connect your published interpretation of the weekly photo and visit all who joined the party.

This week's prompt by Tess had me bumfuzzled for a while but I came up with something...I always do.  I thoroughly enjoy these challenges, it stretches my imagination and causes ideas to surface that I never would have guessed were in me.

The Eagle Landed.

Tracking the eagle hadn't been easy especially in his city clothes but he had an idea where she was going with her bundle and he followed.  Tripping over briers, falling, and crying out with the frustration and the fear of failing, he continued, determined.

Climbing the bluff, he had to rest often, not accustomed to this type of exertion.  His heart, his fear kept him going.  This had to be a success, there was no choice.

Spotting the nest, the eagle was no where in sight.  Was this a good sign or a bad omen?

Racing, stumbling across the plateau, he approached the nest.  The habit of taking off his shoes as he entered his home was done without any thought. 

What lay before him was not within his scope of imagination.  He had read horror stories of giant eagles swooping up pets and children.  He had never believed until today.  

They had been in their own yard in suburbia with nothing to fear except where the newspaper boy threw the daily newspaper.  He and his daughter were laying on the manicured lawn, untouched by the natural world.  They had just finished a giggly game of "This little piggie..." and he had walked five steps to retrieve his iced tea from the lawn table.

The large female eagle had swooped down and in mere seconds had clasped the tiny human bundle in her enormous claws and just as swiftly climbed the air with her wings.  Up and toward the mountains, her flapping wings had carried his heart, his soul, his child with her.

As he crouched in the nest with no thought of danger, he observed his daughter laying with the eagle fledglings. There was blood, but wait, she was moving.  The small eaglets seem to be mesmerized by the food gift their mom had dropped into the nest as she returned to the hunt.

The child, just slightly scratched where the giant eagle had clutched her, was quietly playing with the fledglings' toes.  He thanked all the gods that ever were hearing his daughter giggle as she said, "And this little piggy stayed home".

Jake, Jake, Jake....

Happy Birthday, our miracle boy.  Nine years ago, we didn't know if our one pound ten ounce bundle of joy, born three months too early would get to stay with us...but he did and we are so glad. 

Jake is our second grandchild, thanks to miracles performed every day at Arkansas Children's Hospital and the will of God, we have him in our life.

We have watched this young man grow from a tiny perfect being to the fine young man he is today.  We have loved him since he was no bigger than a good sized sack of candy. 

...and boy, are we proud of him.

Happy Birthday, Jakearooroo!

We love you!!

June Bugs In March

The June Bugs came early this year as has every thing.  Nothing is doing what it is supposed to be doing according to my memory calendar.

When I was a child (and I didn't grow up to be a serial killer) I captured June bugs.  I tied strings on their legs and let them fly while I held the string.  The bugs were released after play time, usually unharmed.

This pass time was such a thrill, I passed down that tradition to my children and to my grandchildren.  March the June bugs emerged extremely early.

The joy of the bug kingdom is passed to another generation.  The same way it was passed to me.  One feed sack string, one June bug, and lots of fun and learning.  Aunt Marcy passed the experience to Zander this week and it was a roaring, uh, buzzing, success.

Absent-Minded...

is my A to Z challenge word.  I may have signed up but I really don't remember so I'm flying here by the seat of my pants.  If someone sees my name on the list, please let me know.  I'll meet my obligations in a timely, though ABSENT-minded manner.

So today, just in case, I did sign up, absent-minded is my word.  I'm really in trouble!

A is also for Ants!

The Newest Member

is ever vigilant

always alert

much like his mom

rarely poses for photos

Yep, I say he has Ki's genes

but his natural bob tail is longer.