Monday, April 27, 2015
Show and Tell
Someday I'm going to ask my grandson Jake what he thought of the packages I'd send him when he was in elementary school. Being a city kid, he probably didn't know what to make of the squirrel nest made of shredded bark I found in the woodpile or the big molar from Louie, the pig. I sent them so he'd have something for Show-and-Tell and he could one-up the others. In truth, he probably thought his Grandma had slipped a cog.
In true pack rat tradition, I've always picked up bits and bobs of this and that. I've kept the mud nest built by the barn swallows and pretty feathers from the roosters or wild birds, rocks with odd shapes or colors, and who knows what else. I suppose it could be worse.