Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Here Gorby, come get it. Come on little fella. Aren’t you hungry. That’s a scardie cat there.
Camp Robbers, Canadian Jays, Gorbies, all the same bird. They disappear in the summer, go farther north. They come back in early October. They’re company. You go out here and build a campfire most anywhere and in a minute you have a gorby bird around. The old legend is, if you believe in reincarnation, the souls of old woodsmen come into these birds, and there are some who really believe it. With a lot of these old-timers it’s kind of a superstition with them. I don’t know how many believe it now, but back in the forties, by gory, there was a pile of them. Walt