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Reading on Writers Forum

October 16, 2012   Maine, Maine Outdoors, Moose, Nature, Writing

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Ellie O’Leary invited me to be a guest on Writers Forum on WERU last week. I read two stories, both based on experiences I’ve had outdoors. One story starts out in a tree stand and takes a turn you won’t see coming. The second is an entry from my nature journal. Elizabeth Garber, the 2006 Poet Laureate of Belfast, was also a guest. You can listen to the show here.

Crack! Finally. The sound I’d been waiting for. Something heavy stepped on one of the dead trees crossing the path to the right of the barrel. “Please get here in time,” I thought. It was so far out I was sure it was coming from the edge of the bog. Time was running short. I heard one more crack, this time right behind me on the road. This was not what I was expecting. The bear was coming in behind me. Except, it wasn’t a bear.

From my nature journal:

We waited, not moving. She watched. We waited. She watched. She wasn’t relaxing, and we didn’t want to scare her away. And then the excitement began. Her attention was drawn from us to something we couldn’t see. There was something beyond the doe, at the edge of the field or maybe still in the trees, that concerned her. We were able to lean closer to the window to watch. To our right, a moose grunted. “Did you hear that noise? That’s a moose grunting. It’s the beginning of the rut.”

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