The Elephant's Child

I am a cranky and opinionated woman of indeterminate age living in the woods in the Pacific Northwest. I grew up in the Rocky Mountain foothills. I read, feed the birds, chase the squirrels out of the bird feeder and talk to chickadees, hummingbirds and flickers. (They're the only ones who talk back).
The name "the Elephant's Child," came, of course, from the story by that name by Rudyard Kipling. The Elephant's Child was fill of 'satiable curtiosity' — and that's me. The Elephant's Child also had a lot of trouble with crocodiles in the great gray-green greasy Limpopo River, and I feel like I'm battling crocodiles every day.