Battle Buckets


Only small homeotherms with hummingbird metabolism could survive repeated dousings of creek water and enjoy it.

The picture was taken about 11 yesterday morning. By 2, without being commanded to do so for the sake of their exhausted adult supervisors, the grand daughters put themselves to bed for a long nap,  with  droppings of wet clothes (at least two sets) and nets and buckets marking the trail from Goose Creek to warm beds.

Today, more of the same, with a mandolin lesson from Mike Mitchell for Abby tossed in.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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