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Picture a giant bird flying a defensive maneuver with a large, bright orange koi dangling in its talons like a flag. The koi (stolen, I presume, from one of the expensively maintained koi ponds in the area) seemed poised to smack me in the face leaving me sprawling on the trail covered in scales and, if I had n’t stopped, perhaps the angry marks of an osprey in defense of its young/
You’ll just have to imagine it because, in typical fashion, whenever exciting moments of nature I occur I have managed to forget my camera.
A few posts ago I mentioned the osprey family living down the trail from me. Well, the . chicks have grown and seem almost big enough for flight, but that doesn’t mean Mom and Dad have stopped their jobs. On the contrary, Nathan and I learned early this morning that feeding time is perhaps not the best moment to walk two big dogs past a nest of giant birds.
In this image you can see the babies (toddlers) peering out of the nest.
Yesterday I mentioned I was going to a Pirate Picnic at Sarah’s school, which really entailed her fourth grade classmates sharing a booklet of writing about pirates with their guests while sitting on a towel in the gym and nibbling on snacks. They all prepared little booklets that contained narrative writing, descriptive writing, opinion writing, and expository writing. For those of you newish to my blog, I occasionally share my daughter’s writing, to encourage her to keep at it. So today’s post is an excerpt from the booklet, her descriptive writing piece:
The Evil Caribbean Pirate
Ahoy there matey. AHOY THERE MATEY, ugh . . . avast you shall go no farther. I have something for you! I have met a pirate, her eyes are like black holes of darkness sucking you into a dark world and she has short brown dread locks with the rest snarled like a rat’s nest. The pirate has thin scarlet lips that seems as if she were a vampire. Whenever she opens her mouth it smells like a garbage can. Her nose is as pointy as a sward and it appeared to me that she was as tall as the Empire State Building, leaving her body as skinny as a twig. Now her weight was as light as a flamingo feather. I glanced at her face and noticed weird marks on her eye and under her scarlet lips. Near her left eye there was a red scar that reminded me of the red lines on an electrocardiogram (or ecg). She had black and white stripes with a cream tank-top underneath. It sounds like she came from prison,a m I right? Looking at her expression on her face it seemed to me that she was happy to steal treasure and destroy a ship. Along with that she had two ear piercings on each ear and a black cross. The piercings on her ears had a pair of sparkly stubs and a pair of skeleton bone earrings. She has a shiny hook and sword that were both smooth. This buccaneer waddled like a duck with her splintery peg leg. I hope one day you will find me pirate friend.” (by Sarah KramerLee)
Black Kid Bonnie and Captain Sarah Lee. *Note: Sarah decided her Pirate name was Captain Sarah Lee because it worked better.
In her expository writing, Sarah wrote about Blackbeard, Anne Bonny, and Sir Francis Drake. I am pleased that she explored a little about Anne Bonny, as my fascination with women who broke out of gender roles to carve their own way in the world remains strong. I still have a book, or two or three in mind that somehow explores the histories of these interesting women in some way that I still need to discover. Months ago I had actually started research on female pirates, including reading Ireland’s Pirate Queen by Anne Chambers. I’m encouraged that women’s names aren’t completely obliterated in a struggling education system, and I hope that Sarah continues to follow the history of amazing women as her own interests grow. Maybe someday she’ll read something I’ve written. Perhaps writing for my daughter is the kick in the pants I need to pursue a project I’ve long pushed to the side as impossible.
Only time will tell.
I have requested that Pirate Captain Sarah Lee respond to comments personally, although I might have to tie her to the mast to get her to stay still long enough.