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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Straits and Turns

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The Wolf
George left Vratsa behind him, and after he walked for three hours, he came close to the Balkan Mountain range. He kept on going, knowing that with every step he took, he was coming closer to his destination. This was a thought that truly calmed him, and without any unexpected incident, his day passed as he covered the distance, he believed he had to cover every day. He followed Highway 15, which the next evening would bring him around the next big city of Botevgrad, 55 south of Vratsa. But for now, he was walking uphill and soon had to go off the road to find a place to spend the night.
Upon leaving the road, he climbed 100 meters, thinking it would take him another full day of walking to pass the mountains. He also knew that once he passed them, he would follow the valley southward until he came to the Struma River, called the Strimonas River in Hellas. The Struma River would be his landmark.
He noticed the trees around him weren’t too high nor too dense. He stopped at a little plateau and gazed around the surrounding area. The open area provided him with a good view of everything.
He walked further and found a spot between two trees and a big boulder on the far side. That spot welcomed him as his place for the night. He put his backpack against the boulder and gathered a bunch of leaves from a tree, which he used to make a makeshift bed onto which he laid his sleeping bag. He gathered a few pieces of wood and created a circle of a fire pit with a few rocks. He arranged the firewood and lit it with the help of some toilet paper. In a minute, his fire was ablaze.

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