[Fic] "Baby Steps" -- original, Ekanu

This is a snippet of Ekanu's life before she left the Ice; she's about twelve years old. The caribou hunting details are partly made up out of whole cloth, but partly drawn from my vague and muddled memories of a children's book about the life of a male caribou, which had a few sections on the Native Americans (or First Nations?) who hunted the caribou in Alaska or Canada. I think the book was called Caribou Traveler, and was written by Harold McCracken, but I cannot make Google or amazon.com cough up anything beyond the title and author's name, so I can't be sure I have the correct book. Bah. (Also, I have this feeling it may be unfortunate in its depiction of Native Americans -- it was written in 1949, after all -- but again, my memory is very fuzzy so I can't be sure of that either.)

( Baby Steps )

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Someday I want to get Ekanu's dogs properly into a story, because they're kind of fun. ( She adopted a litter born in the middle of winter, which is a bad time... )

[Fic] "Baby Steps" -- original, Ekanu

This is a snippet of Ekanu's life before she left the Ice; she's about twelve years old. The caribou hunting details are partly made up out of whole cloth, but partly drawn from my vague and muddled memories of a children's book about the life of a male caribou, which had a few sections on the Native Americans (or First Nations?) who hunted the caribou in Alaska or Canada. I think the book was called Caribou Traveler, and was written by Harold McCracken, but I cannot make Google or amazon.com cough up anything beyond the title and author's name, so I can't be sure I have the correct book. Bah. (Also, I have this feeling it may be problematic in its depiction of Native Americans -- it was written in 1949, after all -- but again, my memory is very fuzzy so I can't be sure of that either.)

( Baby Steps )

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Someday I want to get Ekanu's dogs properly into a story, because they're kind of fun. ( She adopted a litter born in the middle of winter, which is a bad time... )

who needs birds, anyway?

As I walked to work this morning, a bird shat on me.

It's not really in the same league as eating a live toad for breakfast, but I can definitely say that nothing worse happened to me all day long. *sigh*

who needs birds, anyway?

As I walked to work this morning, a bird shat on me.

It's not really in the same league as eating a live toad for breakfast, but I can definitely say that nothing worse happened to me all day long. *sigh*