Geese Police Espy Sasquatch

I spy with my little Care Bear eye something that is red and blinking on the Buick dashboard:


Boo, hiss, we do not like this! WE are not amused.

The dash warning light first came on after my Friday visit to Pigment School of the Arts, a very wonderful space. You just feel like you are floating in a pink bubble in the Pigment classroom. Alas, back outside the Buick is more red alert.

So, the Buick is in the shop. The biography of Red Cloud, The Heart of Everything That Is, is in the car. The book on cd by John Straley, The Big Both Ways is in the car.

Geese sneeze. All day students were wiping their drippy snoots on their shirts. It's


I have to thank my 365 Photo friend Richard for the idea of geese police.

  1. catch sight of.
    "she espied her daughter rounding the corner"
    synonyms:catch sight of,

    "he espied a niche up in the rocks"

My youngest son, formerly known as the Woolly Mammoth, has returned to civilization after camping in Shenandoah National Park. He promises to send photos of creatures he swears are black bears and not a pair of sasquatches, but there's no proof yet.

The bear went over the mountain to espy what he could espy. iˈspī/ with my little eye ObamaCare being a good thing for people in my demographic. So nice to have no out-of-pocket expense on a mammogram and annual.

A friend has returned from Barcelona after visiting the Benedictine Abbey on Montserrat. That mountain is sometimes called "la cuchador", meaning "the spork" unless Wikipedia is pulling our legs. And there for a sec our unreliable narrator espied a nacho up in the rocks.

I'm having trouble with singular/plural. Marc Trujillo's oil paintings remind me that when a child brings a single-serving plastic container of chips and dips, that product is called a "Lunchables". So what is the plural of "Lunchables"? Lunchabli?

And what about sasquatch? The plural is sasquatches according to Wikipedia, but then it gets worse. The plural of Bigfoot can be Bigfoot, Bigfeet, or Bigfoots.

Thanks to the 1946 Caldecott Medal winner, Miska and Maud Petersham's The Rooster Crows we have these wonderful rhymes stuck in our heads even when the coolant is low:

A chick in a car and the car won't go
That's the way to spell Chicago.

A knife and a fork and a bottle and a cork
That's the way to spell New York

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

And thanks to church camp we have:

As one black bear backed up the butte,
The other black bear backed down.
They were only playing leapfrog.

Maybe my son is selling his sasquatch photos to a grocery check-out tabloid with geese police.

© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder

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