'I've seen this face in a book at school.What is it, Dad?'
We had followed the logging road west from Port Hardy,all the way to the Pacific shore-line at San Josef Bay.We had seen bears at the road-side on three occasions,but no people.
My kids were looking at a weather-worn totem pole,mantled in moss,but still standing.Beyond it was an empty beach.
I recognised the stylised features of the Raven.
'Can you see a beak,and a pair of eyes?' I whispered.
'He's watching you.Be wary...the Raven sometimes plays tricks on people...'
We had followed the logging road west from Port Hardy,all the way to the Pacific shore-line at San Josef Bay.We had seen bears at the road-side on three occasions,but no people.
My kids were looking at a weather-worn totem pole,mantled in moss,but still standing.Beyond it was an empty beach.
I recognised the stylised features of the Raven.
'Can you see a beak,and a pair of eyes?' I whispered.
'He's watching you.Be wary...the Raven sometimes plays tricks on people...'
