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An Honour to be Chosen

 

Last Thursday my bunkie and I went fishing and caught a 4-pound trout.  A beautiful specimen.  Maggie and I released this guy back into the water to stay with his family.                                                  

Thursday evening after the S’Amores competition, the initiates for The Order of the Arrowhead were announced.  Yumpin’ yimmy….I was to be one of the initiates.                                                 

Excuse the big head…the altitude made my head swell. mol

Now, let me explain about The Order of the Arrowhead.  It is a prestigious group for a select few of Cat Scouts.  The best of the best, so to mew.  Well, I was scared and happy and scared…actually terrified but I didn’t want it to show.  So I carried on with my normal routine                                               Friday evening after the Knowledge Bowl, the Arrowhead initiates were turned out into the woods in our cave person outfits.                                                             

We were armed with a blanket, 2 matches, an egg and a compass.

We had to spend 24 hours in the wilds and only use the supplies we were given.                                              

We had to separate from our friends and go our own way without them.

Using my compass I headed due south. Walking for what seemed like hours, I spotted Bobcat tracks and scat…I smelled him too as the wind was on my face. He came around a big boulder and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. I didn’t want to show fear even though all my body parts were trying to shake. I introduced myself as a Sabertooth Cat Scout. He said he’d heard  Cat Scouts are friends of the forest so I was welcome to stay if I wished. I told him about the initiation of The Order of the Arrowhead, spending the night in the forest with just 2 matches, a blanket, egg, and compass. He wished me well and I was on my way. I was very tired so I got two sticks about the same height and put my blanket up like a tent. I was between two trees so I was out of sight I thought. It was almost dawn when I heard a soulful song from a bird. I got up to observe the kind of bird that sings so sweetly.                                                     

It was a Yellow-rumped Warbler. She was singing a sad song because she couldn’t lay any eggs and was longing for young’uns. She spied my egg. I told her this egg probably doesn’t hold a young’un but she insisted I hold a match underneath the egg to see if there was any life in it. To my surprise, there was life in that wee egg and it was wee compared to eggs in the store. I then blew out and broke the match in half and buried it in the dirt. The lady Yellow-rumped Warbler was delighted when I put the egg in her nest. She hopped on the egg and started to sing a happy song. She was going to name her young’un after me….Shoko the…wonder what kind of bird it is? We sat together most of the morning and she told me her tale and soon we were chirping about the egg. She told me where there were large blueberries so I picked berries for my new winged friend and then packed up my tent and scattered the used leaves and headed north by my compass. I stopped at the blueberry patch and had some berries…that’s why my face has a blue tinge to it. Then I padded onward til I made it back to camp.                                                        

We were awarded a diploma for our efforts in the wild.                                                  Mom says she’ll frame my diploma alongside the diploma for the Bobcat Rank back in 2013.

What a week my friends.  I shall never forget my week in Yosemite.                                                      This is my story and I’m stickin’ to it.                                                       

Legend of the Mountain Ash

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Did I ever tell you about the power of the Mountain Ash Tree?  I didn’t!  Well ,  grab a nip tea, pull up a blankie, listen and learn my friends.  Comfy, good.  How bout you Shoko?  What do you know about the Mountain Ash?  Not a heck of a lot Kali but mom said it was going to be a bad winter according to the Mountain Ash.  What about the Mountain Ash made her think it was going to be a bad winter?  The berries.  There are like tons of red berries on it.  I wonder how peeps found out the more berries on the Mountain Ash, the harder the winter?                                                                      There is an Objibwa legend that explains how the berries came to be in the Mountain Ash tree.

Before Canada had a name, a severe and terrible winter set in.  The temperatures plummeted to many degrees below freezing.  There were huge drifts of snow wherever one looked.

While in search of food Indian hunters became terrified when they came across hundreds of dead birds and small animals.  The Indians offered prayers to the Great Manitou.

The Great Spirit instructed them to take one drop of blood from each dead bird and small animal and smear it on the tree that meant life or death to their people.  The Mountain Ash was the tree the bows and arrows were made from so they smeared the blood on the Mountain Ash as instructed by Manitou.  The following morning the Mountain Ash bore thousands of berries.  The birds and small animals that had survived were perched on the branches eating the life giving food.

The Indians gave thanks to the Great Manitou who in turn promised that whenever a cold winter was approaching again, he would cover these trees with food.                                                                           

What a tail you weave Kali, thanks for the info.

Kali……orange

Shoko …..black