Billy Bronco was born in a small
village in the Northwest where
even the birds are telling tales.
Billy Bronco is telling you is a motley collection of anecdotes, observations and episodes he has experienced. New stories will be published as life unfolds and memories resurface. At best, you will get a timeout with some thoughts and reflections. At worst, this blog is proof that wit, skills and wisdom does not come with age. Sometimes age comes alone.
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The Raven
By most measures, I was an unusual child. I kept more company with animals than with people. There were cats, rabbits, budgies, pigeons – and a raven. The cats and rabbits offered comfort enough. The Barbary dove, which I included in various amateur conjuring tricks, had its place. Even the budgie, a gift from an elderly aunt,…
The Piano Man
I recently learned that a very good — though not especially close — friend of mine had passed away. Whenever we met, something seemed to spark between us. We shared a sense of humour, a quickness of mind, and felt at ease in each other’s company. I believe he was fond of me, too. We…
Life at half past two
Lately, I have had a lot of alone time. I have always enjoyed spending time by myself. Have time to think. Time to ponder. Time to talk to my cat and myself. Saturdays are the best days for alone time, although I am alone all the other days too, but Saturdays are the best. A…
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