They warned me about the forests. They told me that there would be elves and trolls hiding in these Jack Pine forests.
The ominous "They" warned us. And we took it under advisement. We studied maps of the area. We even met up with other woodsmen from the forest.
It was a gray and overcast day. A storm was rolling into the area. Alone with nowhere to run, we stood along the moderate growth of the Jack Pine forest.
As we stood along the forest's edge, we heard the rare bird call. The King warned us that if we trespassed, we'd be tried and hanged. So we stayed on the road. Just then, a cute little elf came from the forests appearing out of nowhere. "Can I help you fine people?", he said as he looked into my eyes. In my mind I could hear him whisper, Welcome Chris of the Shire! Could anyone else hear him??!!! He was a good looking elf. The kind you might find in a place known as the Big Apple. Not the ugly kind you read about in books. But this handsome silky haired elf worked for the King!
|The weather fronts meet causing a great storm|
The Great Wizard, Gordon, was tired and exhausted. Enhancing the power of a storm was no easy feat. We found a modest inn that would allow us to sleep and reorganize our efforts for this rare bird.
The bird gods were ever watching over us. So we ate some fancy sweets blessed by the plumed serpent. Our night's rest would be challenged by strange ladies coming and going at night. A man several doors from us seemed to know them all. I shut our curtains to keep the nightmares away. We should have maybe paid with a little more coin for a fancier inn, but it was what it was. During the early morning hours, we found female hair in the parking lot. Hastily, we left the area.
The Kirtland's Warbler is a sacred bird for many. In fact, it is the sigil of His Grace. In our minds, we heard the Warbler yell, "RUN YOU FOOLS!"
|Note the banding|
|The Warbler chart|