nest hill road
When I was about five years old, I used to watch a bird in the skies of southern Alberta from the Blackfoot Blood Reserve in northern Montana where I was born.I loved this bird; I would  watch  him for hours.He would  circle  effortlessly in that gigantic sky, or he would come down and light on the  [MASK]  and float there beautifully.Sometimes when I watched him, he would not make a sound and liked to move  quietly  into the grasses.We called him meksikatsi, which in the Blackfoot language  means  "pink-colored feet"; meksikatsi and I became very good friends.