Below My Window

Below my window stands a Canadian Goose. You know the bird well if you have ever lived anywhere in the Central United States. Actually, you’ll have to excuse me. I’m not an ornithologist, so I’m not sure exactly where they’re found in the U.S. But I never recall seeing them in California or Georgia, so…

A Eulogy for Schultz

   The beasts would not think it hard if I told them to walk on their heads. It would become their delight to walk on their heads. I am His beast, and all His biddings are joys. The Lady speaking to Dr. Edwin Ransom in C.S. Lewis’ Perelandra.  When my wife and I first saw…