The True Adventures of Jay B R Wokky

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 18.1 — Lions and Tigers and… Mome Raths, Oh My!

Ch. 18.1 -- All Janine could see were trees, trees, and more trees. “Where’s that stream? I should have found it ages ago.” The ground began to shake. Something rumbled in the distance, but it was getting steadily closer. It sounded like a herd of giant animals coming right at her. Janine gathered Freddie up… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 18.1 — Lions and Tigers and… Mome Raths, Oh My!

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An Ensign of Liberty

In the New York Harbor stands a lady with her torch held high, lighting the way for millions who have come to America seeking peace, liberty, freedom to worship, and the opportunity to live, work, and grow here.  In the other arm she carries a tablet inscribed with the date of the Declaration of Independence,… Continue reading An Ensign of Liberty

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Autumn Beauty

Yesterday I helped with another field trip out at the Great Salt Lake Shorelands Preserve.  As we stood on top of the Tower and looked out over the marsh, I was impressed with how much the wetlands have changed, and how each season brings its own beauty.  Just a few short weeks ago, the marsh… Continue reading Autumn Beauty

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Migration

Last week I helped with another field trip out at the Great Salt Lake Shorelands Preserve. This experience was entirely different from last week's rainy day program. We had hot sun all day, and we saw many birds, including kestrels, swallows, and red winged blackbirds. Ann lead our group of ten children and told them… Continue reading Migration

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Canada Geese

On Saturday we parked by a large pond where  a variety of geese and ducks had congregated.  I was especially glad to see the Canada Geese grazing along the slowly greening slope above the pond.  Something about the Canada Geese stirs my heart.  Is it that they originate in my native land?  Is it admiration… Continue reading Canada Geese

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A Day of Fog and Ice

This is a day of fog and icy roads, a day when I am bundled into a thick sweatshirt, wondering why I moved from sunny southern California.  The mountains are shrouded in pale white.  I can barely see the trees in the orchard behind my house.  All that remains are ghostly shapes and twisted branches. … Continue reading A Day of Fog and Ice