Narrative Essay On Taaska

On a frigid late February afternoon, our optimistic biology teacher took us on a hike to Tettegouche State Park in Northern Minnesota. We hiked on freshly snow covered trails that lead us to the breathtaking view of a frosted waterfall. The sky threatened to pour snow over top of us as we made a trek across the frozen water. Footsteps found in the snow from where fifteen people had walked. The waterfall is like something you would find on the front cover of the National Geographic

For my senior project I ventured into two different possible careers I held an interest in. I adventured in the art career field and am determining if would be a viable future. This project also helped me determine whether I wanted a future career with domesticated companion animals or wildlife, both of which I love but needed to determine a career focus upon.

I sit and watch the morning pass by, an occasional raven flies by calling to its family, and all of a sudden something catches my eye. I look to the south and over the top of the hill comes a deer, my first deer of the season. I watch and realize it is a

Colorado, known for the Rocky Mountains, is a gorgeous place to be. The rectangular state rich with wildlife, covers 104,185 square miles. In the black timber, it is dark and silent, not a sound to be heard. The thick pine trees block out most of the sunlight, only to see about seventy-five yards. The terrain is brutal, almost straight up and down, but the elk love it because it is a challenge for hunters to see them. As I walk my favorite ridgeline in the black timber, I watch for the slightest movement and listen for the smallest crack. Watching thirteen-lined ground squirrels run around and chase each other can be humorous when they fall down from trees. My adrenaline pumps and heart races at a million miles per hour as I wait patiently

It all started with Blue Jay feathers. I went out to my pickup truck, which was parked in the driveway, to commute to work early in the morning. On the ground, beside the driver's side door, I noticed a single Blue Jay feather on the ground. We have bird feeders in our front yard to attract birds, therefore finding feathers was not unusual. Picking the feather up, I placed it my truck, then proceeded on to work. The next morning when I went to my pickup truck, again there was a single Blue Jay feather on the ground beside the driver’s side door. Picking up this new feather, I began to wonder if this was more than a

The sun peeked its face out on the Canadian wilderness. The light reflected beautifully off the snowy mountains. In fact, the whole wilderness here was covered in a blanket of snow. The snow was littered in fallen pine needles, pine cones, and the footprints of rabbits, wolves and deer. Branches of leafless trees were bending from the snow resting on them. Near one of the trees a bull moose was sharpening his antlers on the trunk, the sharp prongs easily piercing through the bark. When the moose got finished, it soon broke into a sprint when it caught an unfamiliar scent.

On 11 SEP 15, I was working as Patrol unit 1L27. I was driving a fully marked OPD vehicle # 1243 and I was wearing full OPD wool uniforms.

Throughout the novel many animal sounds are described to the reader such as the “prairie wolves howling” (McCarthy 44), and the “snarling of flies” (McCarthy 45). There are animals who do not make sounds but are present and seen by the characters also such as the wild pigs and numerous birds (McCarthy 44). The animals’ presence reminds the reader that the landscape is not vacant and there are other signs of life out there.

I have decided to go to the taiga biome. The taiga’s gorgeous mountains, fascinating wildlife, and flourishing scenery have convinced me this is the place to go. To make the move there, I will have to make many new changes to adapt to this environment. While the taiga can be very isolated, I will live near or in a city for food, survival, and the technologies of everyday life.

Soon enough, she found herself standing before the queen. “So, you’re the animal on my trees?” she asked. Chenelie nodded. “And you’re the one who’s shaking the wonderful snow off their branches?” Chenelie nodded again. Then, the queen got up.

It is a brutal, cold night in the hill country. The wind howls and whistles through the few leaves that remain on the trees. Moisture in the air gives warning that the first snow of the season is near, and the animals scurry around in furious preparation. The night is moonless, and the predators are intent on taking advantage of the darkness. A hawk circles the landscape with silent wings and smooth movements. Its keen eyes scour the scene until it sees a small field mouse scurrying around. The mouse has left its burrow in search of a meal, unaware of the threat from above. The hawk makes subtle changes to its flight path and begins a quiet descent towards the defenseless mouse. Just as the hawk prepares to make a final lunge, a figure steps out from behind a tree, and the hawk's meal returns to the safety of his hole. The hawk squawks angrily at the figure who has scared his meal away. As it returns to the night sky with a strong flap of its wings and begins the search for another target, the figure - a male based on his silhouette- stops in the darkness to scan his surroundings. His eyes, like those of the hawk, dart around looking for something in the night. There is another predator out tonight, and this one is much more dangerous than the hawk.

The mud glueing my recently bought sneakers to the trail became deeper and deeper as we continued walking but I was too busy admiring the vibrant leaves around me to let it phase me. The smell of trees and the subtle trace of cinnamon floating in the air seemed to shoot into my nose. The wind picked up and formed a nice, light breeze. The crisp air blew through my hair which was firmly tied in a ponytail. I continued walking down the slender path, every once in awhile my path was crossed by a small chipmunk or squirrel. I thought back to this morning when my mom had asked me if I wanted a jacket, I refused. Regretting that decision I crossed my arms in front of my body. It was about 2:00 and I hurried along as the cold air continued whisking

Marc Rolfe was minding his own business on a bracing December day, trying to sober up from the night before. The sky wore gray flannel, snowflakes dancing from the lowering clouds. As he walked through the bare, silent woods, he noticed what he supposed was a dog walking toward him. Many of his neighbors in the village owned hounds, so this wasn’t unusual except for the fact that it was alone. The animal continued toward him but slowed to a more wary pace when their eyes met. Marc could see now that it was a fox, wearing a fiery red coat with black-rimmed eyes and a coal black nose. The animal’s chest was an immaculate white, and its four black stockings stood in sharp contrast to the deepening, pure white snow. As the distance between the

In the woods there lived a women that played a beautiful song on her golden harp. Her name was Elizabeth these songs were like a call that would signal the animals in the forest. This signal would impact their actions, the song she played in December was so beautiful it put the animals into a deep sleep that lasted till the end of winter. During winter the animals would sleep so soundly that nothing could hurt them. Elizabeth’s song would change the seasons, the song of the spring brought back the leaves on the trees, they grew the grass, and they melted snow and ice. She stopped playing her music and took her harp to the bottom of the pond and fell asleep. The next day Elizabeth decided to practice the song that brings animals to

A land full of snow; all year round, and there was no explanation. No single footprint, since no one dares to go outside. Sure, animal footprints like the deer that needed to survive in the frosty weather are visible, but no humans, just fresh snow. There were Kingdoms, all having their own land and territory. If you passed another kingdom’s territory, you would spark conflict. That is why no one would be outside, only in their homes, by a warm fire. It was too cold anyways. But that’s what they said. Aiko Tayuka doesn’t follow rules. He never did. He always wanted to have an adventurous life-alone. Although, Aiko was always stuck inside the castle, only being able to go outside in certain areas. Everyone said to him it’s to dangerous too