And now:Ish <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes:

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>From: "Karen Mitchell" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
>Subject: Back to Nature Column: Uninvited Guest Part 1
>Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 14:07:11 PST
>>
>Dear Ish,
>Here's my Christmas present to all.  This is the Part 1 of the column 
>that just appeared in the papers today. I will also be sending Part 2 
>that although is at the printers has not been read by anyone but you 
>guys. Happy Holidays to Everyone. I wish I could send you the 
>illustrations too. If anyone wants them (a raven and a grizzly bear) I 
>can send them as JPG in private. Just let me know. If I get industrious 
>I will put the whole thing on a web page...if? >G<) Enjoy!
>(BTW as always..is a true story)
>*********************************************************************
>Back to Nature Column by Karen Mitchell
>An Uninvited Guest-part I
>
>Wearing only a sweater, I gathered cedar branches to decorate our little 
>cabin for the holidays. Jennifer excitedly ran behind me stacking the 
>boughs in a pile on the front porch. As the sun fell on the foot-deep 
>snow, it melted the surface like a pan of diamonds sparkling 
>multi-colored rays of light.  The snow on the pines hung heavy on their 
>boughs sounding with soft f-thumps when the large clumps slid to the 
>ground.  Grishka, our year old husky-malamute, was busy digging for 
>buried treasures, leaving large holes dotting the landscape resembling 
>craters on the moon.
>
>"When are we going to cut down the tree, Mom?" Jennifer repeatedly kept 
>asking me.  "When are we going to cut down the tree?"  She had picked 
>out a small fir tree, three and a half foot tall at the edge of the 
>woods earlier in the summer.  "This is the one I want for Christmas," 
>she�d announced.  She�d pampered it through the seasons, even going so 
>far as to decorate it with peanut butter smeared pine cones for the 
>birds. I�d promised her that after we put up the garlands we�d go and 
>get the tree.  Then it began to snow. At first it was just a dusting but 
>within twenty minutes the snow fell thick in large, multi-faceted 
>flakes, quickly changing the landscape into a smooth, white blanket. The 
>clouds covered the sun adding a damp chill to the air. We put on our 
>coats, then our scarves, then mittens and eventually our hats in an 
>effort to keep warm while we made the final touches to our woodland 
>cabin�s holiday decor. "B-r-r-r-r-r," I shivered, "Let�s get inside for 
>a while and warm up with some hot chocolate before going about getting 
>your little tree."  Grishka flopped down in front of the fireplace.  
>Lumps of ice melted from his thick, white coat in the warm, glowing heat 
>of the low fire. The snowfall grew into a squall battering the windows 
>with high winds, as it wailed through the forest that surrounded us.  I 
>made a pot of soup for my dejected three-year old in an attempt to try 
>and lift her spirits, but it was of little use.  In her mind the tree 
>she wanted so badly to decorate for the winter solstice was being 
>bombarded by a "mean storm".  As the night grew upon us and the storm 

>hadn�t subsided, I stoked the fire, wrapped us up in warm blankets, and 
>settled in for the duration.
>
>The call of ravens woke me at the light of dawn.  Loud and boisterous 
>they frolicked from tree to tree.  Although I couldn�t see any apparent 
>reason for this raucous behavior, I knew better than to ignore it. 
>Ravens often warn of enemies in their territory or of dangerous weather.  
>The raven is the focus of many legends.  They are surrounded with 
>mythology and folklore in cultures around our world. Referred to in the 
>Bible, it was the raven that Noah was said to have sent out after the 
>floods, but never returned.  Ravens have been said to be messengers from 
>the spirit world, bringing us warnings and possibly foretelling of 
>omens.  Native Americans believed that the raven was part of the spirit 
>world, the human world and the animal world all mixed in one. Whether 
>you believe in any of this or not, it is true that the highly 
>intelligent raven is a loud vocalizer, warning of predators in the area 
>and often will fly in groups ahead of a violent storm cautioning 
>everyone in their path of the impending weather.  The weather it seemed, 
>had subsided with drifts as high as four feet against the cabin and the 
>trees, even so the ravens vocalizations seemed more than idle chatter as 
>they swooped from tree to tree leaving me with an eerie feeling of 
>uneasiness.
>
>Jennifer and I got dressed for the ceremonial cutting of the tree and 
>set out for the edge of the forest.  Grishka whined and doubled back to 
>the cabin.  The ravens were making such a racket that I assumed his 
>sensitive ears just couldn�t take it anymore.  Looking all around us I 
>could see nothing for miles except this feisty group of black birds that 
>were following us through the woods.  The little tree was no match for 
>my sharpened ax so in no time we had it tied and dragging behind us in 
>return to our cabin. The ravens followed.  Starting to feel nervous, I 
>was glad that the day would be spent safe and sound inside, honoring our 
>tree with hand-made decorations.  Grishka sat waiting on the porch, 
>which was not in his nature and quickly retreated indoors to his place 
>by the fire.  The ravens settled down in the trees, apparently intent 
>upon joining our winter solstice celebration.
>
>The cold and dreariness outside, made the cabin seem all that more 
>inviting and warm inside.  Jennifer peeled an onion, as I prepared a 
>deer roast with potatoes in the Dutch oven to cook over the amber fire.  
>Peculiarly, Grishka wouldn�t go out for his customary walk that evening,  
>even after the ravens had quieted. I was concerned that he was falling 
>ill with something. At the same time, my instincts were tense with an 
>uneasiness that I didn�t understand but I knew I�d best be watchful 
>through the night.  Next week: An Uninvited Guest-Part II
>
>
>
>
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