Author
davidwebber

An Otter Revelation

I love to ponder mysteries. But the mysteries I ponder tend to be the ones right in my face, like the winter otter holes outside my picture window on Lac La Hache. I am not all that intrigued by the unseen mysteries.

The Game

As we watched the serene scene of the otters on the dock, over on the island there was someone else watching. Baldy the Eagle left his perch, beating the air for elevation. If you didn’t know the game, you would never have guessed what Baldy was up to.

Wag the Dog

It was Friday’s tail that was his most disconcerting physical trait. Friday’s tail was docked in true spaniel fashion but in mind and body he was obviously built for a full-length tail. He had absolutely no idea how to wag a short-docked tail, so he didn’t. His tail wagged him.

You Just Never Know

Most of us who have aged beyond the immortal teenage years have figured out that we don’t get out of this life alive. What we don’t know is precisely when and how death will find us.

Let it Shine

In the darkest places, even the tiniest flame can make a wondrous difference. And the same thing happens in our lives—whether we realize it or not.

In the Bleak Midwinter

As I look out on the wind devils sculpting the snowdrifts on Lac La Hache and try to come up with a reason not to go out into the icy moaning, somehow my mind is dragged back eons ago, to a seeming insignificant conversation late last summer.