Downy Feathers

Falcon Chick

When I awoke my eyes opened on two gray eyes in a white stroobly head. Small pinfeathers were sticking out of the stroobly down, like feathers in an Indian quiver. The blue beak curled down in a snarl and up in a smile.

“Oh, Frightful,” I said, “you are a raving beauty.”

My Side of the Mountain
Jean Craighead George

George, Jean Craighead - My Side of the Mountain

Silent Feathers

Raffa turned to watch the bird as it soared behind them. It was a great-tufted owl, easily the biggest he had ever seen. It banked in a smooth curve, barely moving a feather—then headed back toward them.

“Look out!”

The owl came at them again, its vicious talons extended for a strike.

Forest of Wonders (Wing & Claw, #1)
Linda Sue Park

Park, Linda Sue - Forest of Wonders

National Olive Day

June 1 is #NationalOliveDay, which seems the perfect excuse to highlight this middle grade title…

Henkes, Kevin - Olive's Ocean

“I don’t know how well you knew Olive.” The woman reached into the pocket of the odd smock she was wearing and retrieved a folded piece of paper. “I found this in her journal, and I think she’d want you to have it.”

The day before her family leaves for vacation, Martha is visited by the mother of a girl from her class at school who recently died in an accident. Martha’s unsettled because the girl—Olive—was also twelve, also wanted to be a writer, and dreamed of one day seeing the ocean. Which is where Martha’s family is bound. Continue reading “National Olive Day”

Because Biscuits

The smell from the biscuits seemed to fill the room, fill the world, and when she wiped them with a small cloth smeared with butter so the hot biscuits shone, the smell grew even more powerful. He swallowed again and again, and she smiled and handed him a biscuit split that she’d filled with honey, so hot he almost couldn’t hold it, but he ate it and could think of nothing else then. Just the biscuit and the honey and the butter.

The Cookcamp
Gary Paulsen

Paulsen, Gary - Alida 1 - The Cookcamp

Classic Cooking

Homer Price, The Doughnuts

Homer got down from the chair and pushed a button on the machine marked, “Start.” Rings of batter stated dropping into the hot fat. After a ring of batter was cooked on one side an automatic gadget turned it over and the other side would cook. then another automatic gadget gave the doughnut a little push and it rolled neatly down a little chute, all ready to eat.

—Homer Price, “The Doughnuts,” by Robert McCloskey, 1943

McCloskey, Robert - Homer Price

National Walnut Day

May 17 is #NationalWalnutDay. What could be more appropriate than a snippet from Sees Behind Trees by Michael Dorris, the story of a Native American boy named Walnut, who is extremely near-sighted.

“Walnut.” My name in my mother’s mouth was tired, pounded into flour. “You know the rule: you must find the target before breakfast can find you.”

I nodded. If that was the rule, I wouldn’t eat for a long time. We had faced this matter of what I couldn’t see many times before—when my mother would point to something I couldn’t locate or throw a ball I couldn’t catch—but it had never before been such serious business. Now we couldn’t just act as though nothing was wrong. Now we had to solve the problem.

Unless Walnut can hit a target with his bow and arrow, he won’t be able to prove he’s a man and earn a man’s name. But with the help of his mother and the wisdom of the elders, he earns the name Sees Behind Trees. #ComingOfAge #NativeAmerican #JourneyTale #MGFavorite

Dorris, Michael - Sees Behind Trees

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