"When he tried his eyes on the lake ospreys

would fall like valkyries

choosing the cut-throat

He took then to waiting

till the night smoke rose from the boil of the sunset

But the moon carved unknown totems

out of the lakeshore

owls in the beardusky woods derided him

moosehorned cedars circled his swamps and tossed

their antlers up to the stars

then he knew though the mountain slept the winds

were shaping its peak to an arrowhead

poised

And now he could only

bar himself in and wait

for the great flint to come singing into his heart" 

                                           

                                                                    from Bushed

                                                                          by Earle Birney

                                     From the top, Nina, Shaun and Whateley in their run.

  

By day three we noted that what we believe was a bear had stuck

it's head through the chain link. Luckily we were all in bed. 

 We did reinforce the run, which was constructed with just this type 

of event in mind and a trail camera showed no sign that bear returned to

that spot.

"The hounds laid dew-laps on the ground,

With needles of pine sweet, soft and rusty--

Dream'd of the dead stag stout and lusty;

A bat by the red flames wove its round.

The darkness built its wigwam walls

Close round the camp, and at its curtain

Press'd shapes, thin woven and uncertain,

As white locks of tall waterfalls."

                       from Said the Canoe ( an old favorite ) 

                      by Isabella Valancy Crawford