One of the wonderful things about writing this blog is that friends and family members contribute ideas and sometimes even whole books. A dear cousin sent me a copy of one of his favorite books, Tracker, in the hope that it might help in my curiosity quest. (By the way, I love his expression “curiosity quest”.)
It’s a fascinating story I probably would not have come across otherwise about a man, Tom Brown, Jr., who started his training to be a tracker with an old Apache when he was a boy of eight and now has his own world-famous tracking school. I was hooked in the first chapter when he described, over two pages, in detail, going out just after a moderate snowfall to buy some milk, finding the tracks of a Junco [kind of bird] and following the tracks around the neighborhood only to land back at his own birdfeeder where he “sat down to watch him [the bird] pecking-watching-pecking-watchingpeckingwatching-pecking-watching, until someone finally came out of the house and asked me where the milk was.”
Curiosity in all its glory and with some of its pitfalls!