For The Birds

I’ve been so busy posting about all the flowers lately that I almost forgot about the birds. We’ve seen our share of robins and cardinals this year, more robins than I have ever seen before. The occasional jay also stops by. And of course, lots of sparrows.

This year there is a new lil guy in town with a very distinctive looking cap.  It’s a white cap with large black lines through it.  This is the first year we’ve ever seen him.

After some research on the internet, I’ve identified him as being a White-crowned Sparrow.  What’s interesting to note is that he doesn’t usually visit the state of Missouri except for in the winter time.  Our current temp right now as I right this at 7am on May 16th is 43 degrees. Where is spring?  Where is summer?  Obviously, this bird is confused too or he knows something that we don’t.

These photos were taken yesterday.  I stood at the kitchen window, hidden behind my Folgers herb garden and was able to snap a few good photos of the sprightly birds hopping around on the deck and enjoying the leftovers of seeds J had put out that morning for other birds.

I was proud that at least one photo of the two of them came out focused.  In most of my photos at least one of them was blurred because they bounce around so quickly.

It’s a bird, it’s a plane….

Nope!  It’s definitely a bird, and a big one at that.  We’ve seen this guy in the neighborhood before.  I swear I snapped a photo of him a few years ago when he got a bit too close in the backyard.  And apparently he’s back.  We’ve spotted him in our neighbors’ tree for 3 days straight.

Not good!  We have small dogs, and so does our neighbor.  So now we have to take even more precaution when letting the dogs out.  Also, our backyard and the neighboring yards have been a haven for small brown rabbits, song birds, and squirrels.  With this big guy hanging around, all the little guys are gonna be hiding and moving out.

So, besides the obvious choice of a pellet gun, how do we get this big guy to go away?

Cherished: 21 Writers on Animals They Have Loved and Lost edited by Barbara Abercrombie

I should have known better than to read this book. Old Yeller, My Dog Skip, Marley & Me, Eight Below, even The Fox and the Hound..I’m a sucker for a good hearted animal book or movie. This book has lots of heart, but all 21 stories have the same ending so be sure to grab a box of tissues.

Despite having closure, every story is about dealing with the grief from the death or loss of a pet. Therefore, this would be the perfect book for a vet to suggest to someone having trouble with their loss, or even for a friend or family member to share with a loved one after the death of a beloved cat or dog. There are even a few horse stories and one pig included in the collection.

I found myself underlining passages like this one from “Hope” by Robin Romm: “…when a parent dies, the loss is often too large for the mind to comprehend. But when a pet dies, we understand it. We see the finality. We experience the loss in small, more accessible ways.”

Or this from “Mr. T’s Heart” by Jane Smiley: “We stayed with him long enough to recognize that he was not there, that his body was like a car he had driven and now had gotten out of…We have to experience the absence of life in order to accept it.”

Despite the loss of pets, we also see the writers facing other turmoils in life for which the pet might have provided some type of foundation – divorce, the death of a spouse or relative, moving to a new state or new home, or a new job, and also how children are affected. They also face the ridicule of others who obviously don’t know the joy a pet can give to our lives. “Have you killed another pet yet?” one coworker says to one of the writers, attempting a sad joke. Just as all dogs and cats are different and have a different effect on our lives, the way we process their absence is also different and that’s what makes these stories so unique.

I particularly enjoyed two stories by married couple Judith Lewis and Billy Mernit. Each of their tales is about a different pet and from a different point of view, but the bond between the two is indeed special. “This Dog’s Life” by Anne Lamott (acclaimed author of Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life), the only author I’d ever read before this anthology, was also one of my favorites.

This bit from “Winesburg” by the editor, Barbara Abercrombie, pretty much sums it up for the reader: “But here’s the thing about losing an animal that I have had to learn over and over again – when I let myself grieve I come to the end of it. And finally the tears open my heart to the animals who follow.”

These 21 tales are special and unique. Just be warned. The tales aren’t always wagging.

Spring in a Jar

On Sunday, while shopping at Walgreens, I came across a Spring Garden Endcap of poly resin gnomes, silk flowers, animal shaped planters, and the like.  The display also included this little gem called My Butterfly.

I stood there and played with it for all of 5 minutes, amazed that someone actually thought up this thing and is now attempting to sell it at Walgreens for $12.99.  It’s a canning jar with a fake butterfly on the inside on a tiny string.  You tap the lid and the little butterfly actually flaps its wings and bounces around on the inside of the jar, just like a real butterfly back in the day.

I snapped several photos of it with my cell phone, eager to post this on my blog, but I knew my photos wouldn’t do it justice.  No worries!  Amazon.com is selling it for $19.00 and had a better photo!  Also notice the thing as all 5 star reviews!  So people are actually buying this!

Back in the day, I remember my sister having to make a bug collection for Science glass.  We collected various bugs from the yard, including one of those large red fire ants, in Ball jars.  We popped in a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol ala mafia style and had a bug corpse in no time which we adhered to a block of Styrofoam in a shadow box using a push pin. By the time I had reached that Science class, we were doing leaf collections.

These days I’m just happy to see a butterfly in the yard, and would rather snap a photo of it than catch it and put it in a jar although I did my fair share of this as a kid.  Frogs, slugs, and fireflies all found temporary homes in my mom’s canning jars or a small instant coffee container when I was growing up.

And now this lovely little over priced contraption to remind us how cruel we were as children.

So, I bought one to put right next to my pet rock.

NOT!

Baby Ducks

I had the strangest dream about baby ducks last night.  Tree limbs from our neighbor had fallen into our yard and damaged our duck pen.  I had come home on lunch to find baby ducks all over the yard.  I gathered them up and took them inside and put them in the sink.  A few of them didn’t make it.  I put the big ducks in the back yard till J got home and could deal with them.

Strange, huh?  We don’t even have ducks. But I wish we did!  I hand raised several when I was a kid, used to get a few every Easter.  I love baby ducks!

Butt Out

I’m in good ole Dyers Vegas Tennessee (that’s Dyersburg for those who don’t know) this weekend visiting the family, and came across this lovely instrument while standing in line at Wal~Mart waiting for my brother-in-law to buy shot gun shells.

Logically, It’s a “butt out” tool used to remove the anal membrane of a deer while you are field dressing it.  Who knew?  Oh how my perverted mind began to wander though!  Who knew they made such things?!?  For deer anyway!! LOL

More Monkey Business This Weekend

I haven’t been so excited about the release of a book since Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol, but Sara Gruen’s new one comes out next month!  Gruen wrote Water for Elephants which I read while on vacation in 2008 and thought it was just wonderful.  One of the best books I’ve ever read and that I’m still talking about and suggesting to others.  Her new one, Ape House, will be released on September 7th. While it doesn’t sound as magical or enticing as Water for Elephants, I’ll still support Gruen and read it.  And I’m excited because I just scored an advanced copy which will arrive in the mail this week!  Review to follow….

Monkey Business in the Lou

Yesterday in St. Louis, a 14 year old girl took a pic from Google of a baboon and put it on her cell phone.  She called police and claimed a monkey was loose in the neighborhood.  Police called the zoo.  Swat teams emerged in gear. Storm troopers arrived on the scene armed and dangerous. School officials called parents and wouldn’t let kids go out to recess or walk home.  Payroll was earned and tax dollars spent.  Then the 14 year old girl claimed she made it up.  But not before this lovely lady appeared on the scene.  Her talent?  She’s the monkey whisperer.  She can call out  to those baboons like the sweet love making of a teen boy locked in his bedroom with daddy’s Playboy magazines! Let’s listen in, shall we….