The People’s Paper DECEMBER 2014
MATANUSKA VALLEY, ALASKA
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Youth in Transition LEFT TO RIGHT: JASON EASTHAM, MIKE BEAVER, AND SEBASTIAN SHORT
By Josh Fryfogle SUBMISSION I went to talk with Michelle Overstreet at MyHouse homeless teen center. Two of my three sons in tow, I ordered a coffee and found Michelle in the back office. She was in a noticeably good mood. You never know what to expect, considering that Michelle puts herself where the hurt is. Society is out of balance, that's for sure. Everyone is under pressure. We all feel it - some more than others. Unfortunately, it's often our youth whose lives snap under that pressure. It's a broken world, and this is where it's broken. MyHouse. I've come to see Michelle as a social triage nurse. She deals in limited resources, helping with the fallout of our society's failures. She tries to fix the broken hearts. Sometimes she
seems on top of the world, driven with a sense of purpose. Other times, she's battle-weary. On this day she was all smiles. We talked for a while about various things, and then I pitched the idea that had come to me – I was excited about it. I told her that I would like to stay at their new transitional housing unit - The Powell House. A project of MyHouse, it is a labor of love. I wanted to submit myself to the home of these young men, as they had submitted themselves to the homes, couches, and floors of others. I wanted to stay the night, hang out with the guys, and get to know them - talk. Not for an interview, but an interpersonal experience. You know, humanity. She liked the idea. We agreed that it should really be up to the fellows at the
Powell House. It is their home, after all. A day or two passed, and I got a text from Michelle - it was a 'go'! RECIPROCATION I arrived at the Powell House. Mike and Sebastian answered the door. The guys at the house - Jason, Sebastian, and Mike - they welcomed me into their home. We talked a while, hung out. I treated them to some pizza, as a thank you for having me as a guest in their home. Later we went to the grocery store, where they bought me soda, ice cream, and Oreos! Reciprocation. We talked a lot We played video games, and I quickly found myself lacking. We watched Green Hornet - a movie about a guy that ends up in charge of a newspaper - and ate Oreos. CONTINUES ON THE BACK PAGE
A Sandhill Crane’s Point of View... Contributed By Andrea Weimer I am a volunteer for Alaska WildBird Rehabilitation Center (AWBRC), and am privileged to be the caretaker of Sandy, the Sandhill Crane. Sandy is a fascinating bird, and provides many incredible moments to remember, but I have to share the latest and most amazing experience so far. A few evenings ago, I went out to read a little bedtime story and “tuck” Sandy in for the night. I opened the door to her enclosure, or mew, closed it behind me, looked up and there was Sandy, right in front of me, gazing at a precious little Saw-whet Owl sitting on her perch, acting like it owned the joint! I had thoughts of concern - is Sandy going to hurt this gorgeous little guy? Did she already? What is it doing in here? On and on the many questions came to mind, as you can imagine, all flooding in at once. Then it got very quiet, and all I could hear was my inner voice, yelling TAKE A PICTURE! No one will believe this! Well, of course, I had no camera with me. I never do when I want one the
most, when spectacular events occur. Sandy was not in the least concerned about this new cell mate. Her food dish was about five feet in front of this perch and still had some grain left in it, even though I scatter most of her menu around her mew for hunting sake and enrichment. That little beauty of an owl was hunting, sitting on Sandy`s perch looking down, focused, not in the least concerned with my presence! I stood there for ten minutes watching this event unfold. Sandy would look up at the owl, then down around the food bowl, then at me, as if to say “don’t move and scare the mice away”. I thought, how in the world did this Saw-whet Owl get into her mew? I was getting cold and tired of the hunt, not being dressed for an extended stay. I am a fat, content human with the luxury of cellophane-wrapped meat from the grocery store. I have not the stamina to wait in silence as did these two avian slayers that night. I looked up and all around, trying to find the entrance this bird might have used to get into our Diva’s abode, but to no avail. I decided to put Sandy into her house so I could
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try and catch the little Owl and release it back into the wild. Sandy went in quite easily, as if knowing that putting up a fuss would only give the mouse, soon to be on the dinner table for the Owl, the advantage. As I shut the door and turned around, I saw a little brown flash on the ground, and at the same time, the Saw-whet was startled by the sound of the closing door. The Hunter had lost its golden moment, and flew back towards the woods in the direction of open land and a pond just beyond the trees and road. It was magnificent watching the degree of skill and accuracy as this bird pulled in its wings just in the nick of time, flying right out of a two-inch opening in the fence as fast as could be. I felt like I had witnessed a miracle. That owl seemed to morph into NOTHING to fit through that opening, and made it look so easy, as if any one of us could do the same. What a treat!
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I immediately released Sandy from her home. She was happy to get out and went right back to the area of the hunt. She looked up at the perch and noticed her partner was gone, then proceeded to continue watching the ground, still in pursuit of the little brown flash. I laughed, and that was all it took to get her to happy-dance and toss a stick, jumping up and down and flapping her wings with the enjoyment of being Her own kind of Crane. What a character! I am entertained daily by our tall, grey, feathered ambassador and am grateful to be her caretaker. FOR INFORMATION about AWBRC, to volunteer or to donate, please visit us at www.akwildbird.org, or call 892-2927. ‘Tis the season to soar, and to be kind to one another and all creatures…thank you for caring about Alaska’s wild birds!
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