I apologize for indulging my frustration. This story is an expression of that, as yet again, we’ve entered “dumpster season” up here on our little Middleburgh mountain.
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I enjoyed several years as a medium and "people psychic" before specializing in animal communication. Should I once again expand and include "standard" psychic readings for people in my practice?
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I believe I’ve learned more about Trust in the last couple of years than in all my many years prior put together. I’ve learned who I can trust, and have learned who I can’t. I’ve learned that you can’t always trust the people who are supposed to be there to help you through hard times. I’ve learned that, sometimes, the ones you didn’t think you’d be able to trust turn out to be the most reliable. However, more than anything else, the ones who’ve taught me the most about Trust have been animals. Outdoor Aviary Although the door no longer sports the historical “Chicken Little Lanai” sign, said sign is actually mounted on the side of the aviary, and the restoration work is done. Note the inventive sliding glass door … an old window my husband found in the shed and recycled. The entire inside of the aviary is secured with 1/4″ hardware cloth, bungee cords and branches are strung and scattered about for perches, a neat table/shelf is set up for food and water dishes, and the starlings and grackle have taken up residence. It’s a good bird, a nice bird. Strangely enough, a relatively quiet bird (compared to the starlings). I know most people’s experience with Common Grackles would not include the word “quiet” in the description, but in this case it applies. I like the bird. My friend Darcy rescues squirrels. She takes them in as little orphans, raises them lovingly, prepares them for the wild, and then releases them so they can be “real squirrels” again. Unlike her husband Wes, who does not name wildlife (this has sort of become a running joke, perpetuated by the likes of Oscar, Deja Vu, One-Eyed Susie, etc), she gives each squirrel a name … and it amazes me that Darcy can actually tell them apart. My thoughts on squirrels? “Better her than me”. “Like Weeds”, as the saying goes. I’ve added some photos, taken today, May 25th, to the baby bird gallery for your enjoyment. Compare today’s pictures to those taken a mere two weeks or less ago. It’s astounding how fast young birds grow and change. Of the three species here, some interesting facts: I think this is a good opening to simply remind everyone that baby animals are always better off with their mothers. Though it’s natural for humans to want to shelter and protect what they perceive as orphans or abandoned babies, most of the time those babies are not abandoned at all. I did mention, in my other baby bird post about the Finch/Phoebes, that it was only May, and baby bird season was just starting, didn’t I? Last evening Wes called again, and a short time later showed up on my front deck with two more containers. One had six baby (Oh, God, Not) Starlings in it, and the other contained a nest/fledgling Grackle. There’s nothing cuter than a baby bird. Okay, maybe that’s a matter of opinion. At this age, though, you can really see why many scientists today believe that birds evolved from dinosaurs, can’t you? What everyone can agree on, I’m sure, is that they do look tiny and helpless, especially when the wind blows an entire nest of them out of the overhang of your house onto the ground. One didn’t survive the fall, but the other three appear to be uninjured. Please vote for (name entered as:) *NY Wildlife Rehab Center* (address:) Llama Rd. Middleburgh, NY to win a grant from the Berkshire Bank’s giveaway: http://www.berkshirebank.com/about_us/in_the_community/berkshire-bank-foundation/help-us-give-away-20000 |
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