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. 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”. I’ve mentioned Stars and Stripes, our European Starlings, many times in my blog posts. I’ve also mentioned that they talk … and yet, my readers have had nothing but my word to go on as to the truth of that. All that has changed! I’ve finally, after quite a few months of trying to figure out [Click title to read post ...] I’m sure visitors remember our adventures with the vole. Mister Vole was caught, finally, by a makeshift live trap that the hubby thought up. However, he certainly wasn’t the only rodent house guest, by far. Fast forward to today…. It was relatively early morning, around seven-thirty-ish or so. I started on my normal routine: let the [Click title to read post ...] Photo by Laurie Smith, USDA Anyone who lives in the country probably knows what a vole is. For the benefit of my city-dwelling friends, however, a vole, or meadow vole, is a rodent. It’s larger than a mouse and not quite as cute, and smaller than a rat and not quite as … shiver-inducing. (Not [Click title to read post ...] |
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