I live in a small town (100+) in montana. Been tryin' this out for 15 years now. It's okay. About 3 yrs ago I became Ill and had to close down my contract CNC machine shop. Three years later I'm still disabled so writing helps with insanity
Boom Boom Watkins
Boom Boom Watkins had a metal rimmed purse with a fine mesh chain handle. She was a head taller than the rest of us in the 4th grade and could outrun any of the boys because of those great ostrich legs of hers. She was methodically beating up the boys in the class one by one. She would swing that purse like the little ancient man in "master of the flying guillotine"(my favorite B rated martial Arts movie at the time) I was pretty sure if she connected there would be death involved....
Slim was a mockingbird. We got him as a baby. My brother claims he fell out of the nest but I doubt it. We were famous nest robbers as kids...and there were 7 of us. Over the years we had numerous Sparrows, a couple of doves, one crow (he actually was wounded and we saved him), a pigeon or so. It's incredible that my reasonably intelligent parents never questioned the poor avian parenting skills in our particular neighborhood...or they knew and just enjoyed them like we did.