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NORTH of our home (across the street and behind the neighbor’s yard), there lies a series of fields and woodlots. When I was in high school, I would sometimes get up early on weekend mornings to go exploring. If the weather was cold, it was often difficult to leave the warmth and charm of our cozy kitchen. The kettle would be singing on the stove, and I would lay siege to the tower of pancakes my mother had set before me. Mustering the resolve I needed to face the chilly landscape, I set out with my faithful dog, bundled up in a scarf that had taken a whole skein of yarn to make. Often the bitter cold wind was murder, and my teeth were chattering before I’d gone a mile. But it was worth it: I was going birdwatching!
“WEST, young man…go west” intoned the speaker at my high school graduation, but I had no idea what he was talking about. The whole convocation was pure ostentation: some speaker from a western college I’d never heard of, horribly itchy robes (mandatory), and they had even done us the unkindness of showing “inspiring” video clips of speakers in Parliament! When at long last the ceremony reached its end, and the raft of balloons (in school colors) had finally made its descent from the gymnasium ceiling, I said my obligatory thank-yous to friends and family in attendance, and raced home. I changed into my flannel shirt and jeans, grabbed my binoculars, whistled for the dog, and set out for the woods. Pure exaltation!
