Wild Bill & Amigo
My mother was afraid of horses, or maybe more accurately, uneasy around them. After all, they are large and my mother barely made it to five feet, so it seemed natural that she would avoid getting to close to Amigo. A safe distance was behind Continue reading
Wild Bill & Amigo
One of my favorite past times, as a kid of sixteen, was crow hunting. I used to spend hours following flocks of crows, trying to get close enough to shoot one. Back then, flocks of two or three hundred crows were not uncommon. Continue reading
Wild Bill & Amigo
Terry the Dog, who was part Doberman and part Shepard, was brought up in Newark, New Jersey. When I first met him, I was about fifteen or sixteen and he was about two years old and needed a new home because he had out grown his old home and outstayed his welcome. Continue reading
Wild Bill & Amigo
Somehow in my early teen years I acquired the nick name of Wild Bill. I’m not sure how or why because I was a quiet, well mannered young man who tried hard to stay out of trouble. Continue reading
Have you ever watched chickens? I mean really watched; believe it or not, they can be fascinating. I was chicken watching one day; there were maybe twenty hens and three roosters. Two roosters were big and brawny, strutting around like they owned the barnyard. The third was, you guessed it, a nine pound weakling.
Big rooster one sidled up to Henny Penny and whispered, “come on doll, let’s get it on.” “Oh no you don’t,” yelled big rooster two; “that’s my chick.” So, as you might imagine, they get into it hollering and screaming at each other with feathers flying every which way. Continue reading