Prairie Roots

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…shot or even when they spotted a raiding party, they would raise
the alarm and fly off in a cacophony of squawking. We would
then resort to plan B, which was to destroy as many of the crows’
nests in the woodlots surrounding the farmstead as we could find
and reach.
To succeed, a certain amount of planning and equipment was
required. Since the crows built their nests in poplar trees, the first
requirement was a capable tree climber. A rifle was necessary for
“opportunity” shots in case the crows decided to attack whoever
was climbing the tree. As well, we needed a long stick, forked at
the poking end, to dislodge the nest from below. This was necessary
as the nests were normally built at the top of the tree, beyond
the point where it was safe to climb.
The raiding party, made up of two or three of us, would
quickly complete our collective chores and depart for the south
quarter section as early as possible in the morning. Nest hunting
was a springtime activity, before the leaves covered the trees,
making it difficult to spot the nests. The mornings were usually
bright and cool, and the early spring grasses and flowers were just
starting to poke through the woodlot floor. Many of the low spots
were still wet; therefore we would put on our rubber boots and
make sure our routes took us through the low areas where we
stopped to hunt tadpoles and to feel the coolness of the water
through the rubber boots. All these things added to the joy of
being young and alive.
Spotting crows’ nests was easy. Without the leaves, the nests
were silhouetted against the brilliant spring sky. Each find was
exciting as it presented its own challenges. Working our way in
through the underbrush, we kept an eye out for crow activity to
confirm a fresh nest. When the crows confirmed that the nest was
occupied, we would assess the degree of difficulty the knockdown
would present and planned our strategy as we stood under
the tree, surveying the circumstances. We considered all the important
challenges. Whether the tree was climbable was the number
one issue.

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Redemption

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…dedicated themselves to the benefit of the people’s lives. Ah, my poor
motherland…”
“Yes, I know. But we’d better go now.”
“Yes, let’s go. We might take the other road over the small
marsh, and hopefully we could come across some ducks, then we
could go by my father’s greenhouse and see what he has accomplished.
Sounds okay?”
“Yes, let’s get going then.”
They followed the road to the marsh. There were a few dark
clouds on the north horizon, clouds that lingered in the sky, indecisive
clouds, unsure of where they’d like to run; there was light wind
blowing from the north, and the weather could change very quickly.
A fierce storm could come from the north, which will drench everything
in a matter of minutes.
“We’d better be quick, Uncle. I don’t like the looks of those
clouds.”
“I don’t think this weather is going to change any time soon,
Son. Why are you so concerned?”
But his nephew repeated,
“We must be quick, my uncle. I don’t like these clouds.”
As they entered the olive grove, Hermes caught sight of a wild
dove at the top of a tree. He aimed and shot, quickly and with confidence:
he succeeded. He reloaded and ran to pick up the bird, which
was still fluttering its wings on the ground. The dog reached the bird
first. He approached the bird to pick it up with his mouth, but when
he came close to it, the bird fluttered and scared the dog away, barking
and wagging his tail.
Hermes bent down and reached for the fluttering bird; he could
see the huge pain in its eyes. Suddenly, the strange shudder overtook
his body again, like when he was aboard the ship. “What is it?” he
wondered, and suddenly, he didn’t feel like hunting anymore.
The wind started blowing stronger now, and Hermes convinced
Demetre that they should head to his father’s greenhouse.

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Savages and Beasts

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They walked back into the emergency waiting room.
Nothing was different in there. They walked into the hallway
and reached the area where Dylan was kept. The attending nurse
told them to stay only for a few minutes since the patient was
due for a few tests. They nodded their understanding. Dylan was
breathing a bit easier since they had hooked him on an oxygen
tube. Upon seeing them he smiled.
“They’ll do a few tests soon, and then I’ll go back home,”
he mentioned.
“We’ll wait to see the results of the tests,” Anton said.
A few minutes later the nurse came back and told them to
leave. They walked out to the grounds again. They found a bench
where they sat. A multitude of birds were flying from tree to tree
from branch to branch making their presence known with their
fluttering and with their chirping.
Time passed with the bird chirps and the flying from
branch to branch, Anton and Mary enjoyed their morning as
they sat for a while, chit-chatted for a while, walked around for
a while, until an hour later they went inside to check on the old
man. He wasn’t in his partition, obviously having a test. They
walked to the waiting room again. Mary used the public telephone
and informed Sister Gladys about the progress they had
made up to that time. She told her that soon as they’d know the
results from the test she will inform Sister Gladys and then they’ll
return to the School. Sister Gladys understood and said there was
no rush for them to return before they would be informed about
the issues pertaining to Dylan.
One hour later the doctor came to the reception area and
called them.
“Based on your description of his symptoms, his own narrative
we suspected a heart attack in fact his oxygen level

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