Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Now that Vancouver has won the chance to host the 2010 Winter Olympics,
these are some questions people from all over the world are asking. Believe it or not these questions about Canada were posted on an International Tourism Website.
Obviously the answers are a joke; but the questions were really asked!
Q:I have never seen it warm on Canadian TV, so how do the plants grow?(England )
A. We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around and watch them die.
Q:Will I be able to see Polar Bears in the street? ( USA
A: Depends on how much you've been drinking.
Q:I want to walk from Vancouver to Toronto -can I follow the Railroad tracks? ( Sweden )
A: Sure, it's only Four thousand miles, take lots of water.
Q:Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Canada ? ( Sweden )
A: So it's true what they say about Swedes.
Q: Are there any ATM's (cash machines) in Canada ? Can you send me a list of them in Toronto , Vancouver , Edmonton and Halifax ? ( England )
A: When, did your last slave die?
Q:Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Canada ? (USA)
A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe .. Ca-na-da is that big country to your North...oh forget it.. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Calgary. Come naked.
Q:Which direction is North in Canada ? ( USA )
A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.
Q: Can I bring cutlery into Canada ?( England )
A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do .
Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? ( USA )
A: Aus-t ri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Vancouver and in Calgary, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.
Q: Do you have perfume in Canada ? ( Germany )
A: No, WE don't stink.
Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Where can I sell it in Canada ?( USA )
A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.
Q: Can you tell me the regions in British Columbia where the female population is smaller than the male population? ( Italy )
A: Yes, gay nightclubs ..
Q: Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in Canada ? ( USA )
A: Only at Thanksgiving.
Q: Are there supermarkets in Toronto and is milk available all year round?( Germany )
A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of Vegan hunter/gathers. Milk is illegal.
Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Canada , but I forget its name. It's a kind of big horse with horns. ( USA )
A: It's called a Moose. They are tall and very violent, eating the brains of anyone walking close to them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking.
Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? ( USA )
A: Yes, but you will have to learn it first. Please send this on to any Canadian (or others) who you think will enjoy it as much as I did.
OK NOW YOU KNOW .
"I was just trying to feed my hungry family," he told the judge, "and I\'ve never done anything like that before."
The judge, being a family man himself, had a soft heart and agreed to let the man go free, since he was only trying to feed his starving family and it was his first and only offense.
"Before you go, though, I want to ask you a question," the judge quipped, "What does Egret taste like?"
"Well your Honor," the man told him, "Its not as tender as Spotted Owl but its better than Bald Eagle!"
The defendant stood up in the dock and said to the judge, "I dont recognize this court!""Why?" asked the Judge."Because you've had it decorated since the last time I was here."
(who was taken captive and brought to Istanbul) to Russia.
Peter baptized him and gave him his name, Peter, and Gen Hannibal’s last name.
Abram Petrovich Hannibal
was then sent to France to be educated in 7 languages, history, arts, science, math, geometry, war fare, etc.
In France he met Diderot.
Voltaire, called Hannibal “a dark star of enlightenment”.
Hannibal became Captain and then came back to Russia.
When Peter died Hannibal was sent to Siberia but when Peter’s Daughter Elizabeth became Queen,
she brought him back.
He became a General and she gave him land and serfs.
Hannibal married a Greek woman Evdokia Dioper.
It was a forced marriage and she began to cheat on him so he put her in jail for
11 years and later divorced her.
He then got himself a Scandinavian girl Christina Regina Sioberg 1705 – 1781
He had 10 children with her.
One of these children was Osip.
Osip had a daughter Nadezhda who married Serge Pushkin and became the Mother of Alexander Pushkin.
Pushkin was not a likeable child and his Mom sent him to his Grand Mothers a lot but he was really raised by his Nanny, Arina Rodionovna .
She loved him, read to him, pampered him.
It is for her he wrote a lovely poem.
According to the family tree , it seems there was some family intermarriage.
Abram Hannibal had a son Osip, who married a Maria Pushkin
They had a daughter Nadezsda.
Nadezsda married Sergei Pushkin, son of Lev Pushkin and Olga Pushkin
Nadezshda and Sergei had Alexander Pushkin.
Pushkin was said to have had a hot temper , gambled and loved women.
They blamed it on his black side .
Pushkin died in a duel trying to protect his wife’s honor.
Pushkins blood can be found in British Natalia Grosvenor, Duchess of Westminster
And George Mountbatten, 4th Marquess of Milford Haven.
Hawaiian African mix
Plijik Babylonian music
don't cry for me argentina
Happy Tuesday to Everyone and Thanks for visiting a Lady's Life.
Listening to the news sure puts a damper on life.
The economy is especially frightening to most people.
One good thing though.
People are beginning to fight back .
Some want to keep chickens in their back yards because
they say government should not tell people what kind of food they should eat.
Ducks are easier to keep because they waddle around eating any bugs you may have in the lawn and their soft quacking is very soothing.
You don't have to use artificial fertilizers on your lawn because they fertilize it for you.
When I was little, my Dad always had rabbits or chicks or ducks for me in summer and in winter they'd be supper.
Of course I'd never know. They would just disappear and I'd eat lunch and then go look for them, asking all the neighbors if they saw my animals running around. Of course every one said no.
Had I known I was eating my pets, I don't think I could have.
How do you eat Missy?
Ok. Bitey I could eat lol
Many people kept such pets and every ones back yards was one big garden.
One day on my way to school, I saw this white chicken running down the street being chased by a cat.
He ran right into my arms so I took it home.
He was a great little guy and slept in my lap. Finally my Dad said we can't keep him. Let's give him to your Gramma.
Gramma tied his leg to a rope and kept him under her balcony.
He grew up to be this huge gray rooster. A real handsome sort.
He loved my Gramma but when I came to see my little chicken, he chased me up the stairs so quickly I just barely had enough time to shut the door.
My Dad laughed and went out . The rooster ran up to him . He put one wing down and danced around him in a ritual like performance. My Dad kept turning and the rooster walked around him as well with his wing down caw caw cawing. My Dad knew he wouldn't bite him.
I have to give it to my Dad. He sure knew his animals.
My Mom never liked animals but he was a tinkerer and into everything.
The Rooster had become a guard dog and wouldn't let any one into the yard.
My Gramma was real proud of him
I guess my Gramma told my Dad it was time.
He wasn't as lucky as the Pig who saved the Farmer and his wife and just lost a leg cause you can't eat a good pig like that in one shot. lol
Here in BC, we kept Buster the rabbit. He had long floppy ears and was so cute looking.
Whenever he'd get upset over something he'd thump on his aquarium so we'd know something was not right.
He was like a guard as well sitting in his prefab home.
He gave us such good fertizer, my roses bloomed none stop, bud after bud till the end January and into February. I was impressed.
We exchanged him for a dozen eggs lol
I couldn't imagine eating Buster.
Have a happy day everyone. :)
Morning rooster crows. My rooster didn't know how to crow He skipped a beat
Just went ha haha haaaaaaaaaaa These guys here are pros.
Crazy Egg Experiment
A: Just one.
Nikolas Kopernik (AKA Copernicus) was Polish. Unfortunately he could not prove his theory -- which "heretically" contradicted the officially held "scientific" belief sanctioned by the "infallible" Catholic Church that the Earth was the center of the Universe -- a heresy punishable by death in Medieval Europe.
That proof wasn't secured until a hundred years later by Galileo, who had access to the newly invented telescope.
Poland was also a hundred years ahead of England with its own version of the Magna Carta (which granted ordinary citizens major legal rights of protection from the state) and a few hundred years ahead of America in being the first nation since ancient Greece to experiment with Democracy -- although a disastrously stilted form, limited to the nobility. (Sort of like the U.S. Senate, come to think of it.)
Monday, March 30, 2009
walk away matt Monroe
how can I tell her
tell laura I love her
bluberry hill fats domino
All I have to do is dream ???
those were the days
let it be
don’t cry Johnny
sealed with a kiss
blowing in the wind.
as tears go by
rose rose I love you
house of the rising sun
river of no return
sad movies make me cry
you needed me.
Good Morning and a Happy Monday to every one!
I was reading some comments about the old songs I put on, and it suddenly occured to me that the young people don't understand why these songs are so meaningful and why they speak so clearly to many of us over 23 folks lol
My Grand mother had these songs and I grew up with them on old LP's. but it is only later when I grew up and began trying to find out why all these old people had idiosyncracies (lol) that I started to pay attention.
I wanted to understand why they were the way they were.
Tough, strong, rarely cried, disciplined, rarely complained about pain. They would smile when you'd complain about the hard day you had and come up with something like ya... hard to push buttons.lol
They were able to close their eyes to pain and suffering.
Love meant something different to them.
They never talked about it but they felt it deeply.
In fact my grand mother taught me a few words of wisdom.
When they keep telling you they love you, it means they don't.
Actions speak louder than words.
They understood what friendship meant.
They were frugal and charitable and did a lot without you having to ask for it,
always one step ahead.
They could taste the soil and know if it was good.
They could find water with a stick and tell you where to dig.
They had golden hands and could turn straw into gold.
Every morning they woke up, was a glorious morning!
They knew how to laugh at misfortune.
They believed in saving for a rainy day, in food, clothing, medicines and they always tinkered with things, recycled.
Our people today have no respect for material things and sit feeling sorry for themselves all the time.
You listen to kids and parents talk about bullying and you wonder, how did strong people of yesterday survive? He's bullying you? Punch him in the nose. Johnny Cash sang the song about the boy named Sue.
It's a survival song.
No old person I knew wanted to die and here, we have everything, and everyone's spirits are down.
"Suicide " is heard thrown around in schools and in households and in businesses.
Seems people are not living their lives right.
They forget there are no short cuts in life. It is, what it is.
People need to be needed and appreciated and loved.
They need dirt in their lives. They need chickens and horses and a garden and flowers.
They need chores.
Only families can provide that because they divide chores and everyone feels like they are doing something good by pitching in.
This is why I feel sorry young people today, throw their old away into nursing homes, when they could have such great family evenings, finding out about the incredible lives they led and all this is going to die with them.
They have incredible stories. All you need is a campfire and a peace pipe and it could be like in the old Indian days ,except much better, with new technology.lol
My Grandfather walked amongst the bombs as they fell all around him, while every one else hid in bomb shelters.
He said: " If its my time, it's my time."
It wasn't. He was safe and God protected him.
Another fellow was the first one in the bomb shelters fearing to die. As soon as the sirens blew., he was right there, hiding under a bed, at the very bottom.
One time, before people had a chance to get there, a bomb blew through the shelter he was in and went down to the very bottom and landed right in front of his eyes and didn't explode.
They found him under the bed, staring at this bomb, insane.
That was a message sent to him, that if death wants you, it knows where to find you.
Another story was about the Germans who had the best bomb shelters and sent the other people to shabbier ones. Well seems the bombs found their bomb shelters and they provided them no safety, while the shabbier ones were not touched.
So they began to run to hide in those instead. How did the bombs know where to find the right shelters to bomb? It had to be some divine intervention. You see God speaking during these times and you don't question his existence.
Marlena Dietrich led the most fascinating life and these people should not die without every one knowing their stories because we become better people as a result.Ernest Hemingway thought that "if she had nothing more than her voice, she could break your heart with it."
Voltaire was a great man. He knew Pushkin.
My latest research has been about Pushkin. I loved his stories as well but it is when I went into his great grandfathers story...... that I found a most fascinating one. It led me deeper into Islam and slavery.
something that effects us even today.
People don't forget history. It affects and follows you in everything you do.
Schools teach but they don't teach what people need to know.
Once you put all the missing pieces together, things make a lot of sense.
How many people do we elect to lead us who don't know history enough to understand the consequences of their actions?
How many elections do we give ballots to, without knowing the people we are voting for, except what the lobby groups tell us?
You see, old people can fill in the missing blanks because they lived through it all.
They may not have education but they do have life experiences which amount to the same thing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Falling in love again
La Vie En Rose Marlene
Thank you God, for North America.
And God Bless the World.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
TO ALL THOSE WHO HAVE surpassed the
THE BLESSED 100 year mark
AND KEEP GOING STRONG!!!
WITH ALL OUR GOOD WISHES
A LADY'S LIFE
HEART WILL GO ON CELINE DION
BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME. CELINE DION
I SURRENDER CELINE DION
HOW DO I LIVE LEE ANN RIMES
Milord Edith Piaf
Autumn Leaves Edith Piaf
La Vie En Rose Edith Piaf
ALEXANDER SERGEVICH PUSHKIN 1799-1837
PUSHKIN was the founder of Modern Russian Literature
I was fortunate to find his family tree which is as excellent as his own life story.
His Heritage dated back to Abram Hannibal, an Ethiopian Prince.
I hope to be able to write something about that because this would make
Pushkin a modern day OBAMA.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Joe Dassin :
Et Si Tu n'existe pas
Le Cafe des 3 Colombes
It was where all the immigrants would shop. The Poles , the Jews, the Ukrainians , the Greeks, the French etc...
It was a tradition, for my Dad and I, to go there every Christmas.
The street would darken early and the snow would begin to fall,
so rather than take the car we would go by bus.
It was an adventure we'd both enjoy.
First we'd stop at the Montreal Forum and walk down St Catherine Street all the way down to Place Des Arts where it would meet up with St Lawrence and then we'd go up St Lawrence and begin our spree.
The reason we did this was because St Catherine Street was also very exciting.
It was always full of people shopping at the Morgans, Eatons and Simpsons. They all had Christmas window displays and people would surround these windows to look at Santa's city of elves, trains, angels, acrobats and deer and compare notes as to who put up the best display for Christmas.
The kids especially were excited cause all the toys in the window beckoned them to come in and tell the store Santa what they wanted for Christmas.
In the street by the Forum, a window on the second floor of an establishement with red curtains, had a dancing sillouette. Every year we'd go and every year she would be dancing in that window. So we learned to look for it.
There was a Harveys across the street, that made the best burgers on charcoal.
By it's door a hobo lingered trying to keep himself warm. The Harveys guy would feed him and give him hot coffee .....gratis.
So we'd start with the red window, then walk by the Hobo, then stop and at gaze at the beautiful window displays and then briskly keep walking towards Place de Arts.
That was one of the most beautiful buildings in those days.
Sometimes we'd stop at Dunns for a pastrami sandwich and sometimes we'd wait and go to Moishe's .
They had the best smoked meat sandwiches made fresh from a roast turning vertically.
People knew their ingredients in those days.
And customers ALWAYS came back.
You always knew when you hit St Lawrence Street because the smells of sausages, kolbassas, fish, bagels, pastrami, knishes, all mixed up , in the street air. They'd cook them outside and sell them to people who got hungry from the smells.
My Dad went into each store, bought all kind of cheeses, caviar, Schmatlz herring (the best herring in the world, fat, juicy, full of milk and roe)
Everything we bought we had to bargain for and watch to make sure the guy didn't cheat us especially when weighing the fish.
No matter how much my Dad bargained and watched, we'd come home and find the guy cheated us on the weight lol So next time we'd come back and tell him you cheated us and bargain again and he'd cheat us again .lol
At first my Dad got mad when he got home but then it became very funny because the fish store man had ingenuity and my Dad was a good sport. He had to learn to get smarter. Sooner or later the guy would run out of tricks he could pull and he'd catch him.lol
Everytime we'd come home with our bags, the first thing we'd do is weigh the fish. lol
The cheese knishes, bagels, poppy knishes, and bread store, was soo packed with people .
We would join them because you can't go home without some of these heavenly, aromatic, hot, scrumptious delicacies
There was nothing to compare the taste to. Even today, I hate buying bagels because they are plainly and simply... not bagels. If you want good bagels you need to go to New York or Florida.
Schmaltz herring you still see advertised in Chicago. I am not sure if they still have them in Montreal.
Sometimes I'd say to my Dad, I think by the time it's our turn, nothing will be left and He'd say, that will never happen and sure enough as soon as a tray would empty they'd bring a new fresh batch of whatever, right out of the oven.
St Lawrence street was the only place to buy the best smoked bacon. You didn't have to cook it to eat it and it would just melt in your mouth.
We'd buy 4 bags full of things and then head on home as happy as could be.
My Mom would greet us at the door and she'd be happy to see what we bought.
The caviar was big ,round, red and full.
Our hunger for it, put it first on our list to try. We'd take some rye bread, spread butter on it and cover it with roe and ummmm, close your eyes..... and savor a taste of paradise.
As you bit into the bread, the salty eggs would explode under your teeth.
St Lawrence street also had a beautiful old street woman, who would checking out all the garbage bins.
I felt sorry for her but she looked spooked all the time so no one talked to her.
Eventually she landed in the papers because the owner of the apartment she rented threw her out and she stayed under the balcony at night not being able to get in.
Sleeping outside in the cold was not for her and she became ill. They tried to find relatives but there were none and so they took her away somewhere where she would be safe.
You go to the same places, you see the same people, you know all their characters and mannerisms. You know who will cheat you and who won't . You knew who would count how many brown shopping bags you took and argue with you if you took one too many.
People were both frugal and charitable, smart, and proud of what they did.
It made for wonderful experiences you'd want to repeat over and over and over again.
Good or bad.....it was home.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I will remember you
I loved Montreal as a kid.
Montreal was originally a Mohawk town called Hochelaga, when Jaques Cartier came in 1535
In 1642 a fur trading town Ville Marie was founded by Sieur de Maisoneuve.
When the English took over in 1762 it all became Montreal.
Montreal allowed alcohol, burlesque etc....in the 1930's
In 1960 it was busy building Expo 67 Worlds Fair and a subway system which later followed with the Olympics in 1976 and a new stadium.
Montreal lost many jobs when the St Lawrence opened up and business went further inland.
Then the Separatist movement began when De Gualle came and yelled out : Vive le Quebec Libre!
This resulted in the Pierre LaPorte Kidnappings and Trudeaus War Measures Act.
No one feared it because it only concerned political radicals.
The licence plates changed from la Belle Province to Je me Souviens.
The English Language was outlawed.
You could speak any other language except English lol
If you were an English customer they refused to serve you in English.
And recently they found out that there were not that many French here for the English to take over in 1762 but this small group of separatists made enough trouble to make 700,000 people leave to keep peace.
Mayor Drapeau who had a vision for his Montreal, told the Separatists if they separate he will separate Montreal from them and then the Indians followed suit so Quebec saw, they would be left with very little if they separated including having to develop a new currency.
It was an exciting, dynamic place to live.
We had a lot of discussions and learned many social things in those days,
most of Canada has yet to learn
All in all it was a fun place to live.
We had the most snow. Tons of it.
It was nothing like Toronto where the cold is just unbearable.
Montreal was humid most of the time.
We’d get so excited when Jack Frost would visit our windows.
He was such a good painter and as far as I know, he never went to school.
So there must have been some divine intervention. lol
The snowflakes that followed would be huge, fluffy and drifted like feathers from the heavens,
landing ever so softly on the ground.
We tried as hard as we could to find some we could see the patterns in.
Sometimes we even took our magnifying glasses outside to have a clearer view.
We’d dig tunnels to climb in and imagined they were enchanted castles.
We’d climb our trees and sit there breathing the brisk air, watching the holy spirit stream out of our mouths (that’s what we’d pretend it was)
and dream we were on top of mountain peaks.
If we’d get a little drizzle, it would turn into a real winter wonderland, blue and sparkly and holy.
Truly a sight to behold.
The peace and solitude and quiet was tremendous outside.
Every year we were blessed by winters such as these and every year we’d looked forward to more of them.
The trees bent their bows in a majestic eloquent display, saluting old man winter.
Who said they needed green leaves when winter gave them white ones?
Snow saved them from the frost.
We had electric heating so I would shut mine off in my room and open the sliding window just a smidgen,
snuggle into my warm blankees and wake up the next morning with rosy cheeks and a red nose.
The first thing I’d do is run to the window to see how much snow collected and to feast my eyes.
You always slept sooooooo well this way and you never wanted to die.
I would ask my Mom when she tucked me in, why do we have night?
I want it to be day and day and day all the time
I haven’t changed much. I should live in Alaska. My dream would come true.lol
We’d open the front door and it would always be half covered in snow, so we’d have fun shoveling it all out, just to turn around and have to shovel to get back to the front door again.lol
Like they say, when it rains it pours, so it was with the snow.
No one complained. Every one was happy, the young, the old, the sick the lame.
My street was cosmopolitan.
We had a little girl with polio across the street and her dad would take her out to sit on the wheel chair.
We were good friends.
Every one spoke a different language and we loved each other, helped each other. It was great.
Then we’d build our snow men. They grew to be up to 7 feet tall. We liked doing it cause the snow man
collected all the snow we’d need to otherwise shovel.
We enjoyed playing, throwing snow balls, making angels, skating. We had a small hill (Agins Hill, never knew the name really. Just kids would say: Lets go to Agins hill lol) nearby so we tobogganed
on it. My Dad got me skis and he said this hill is good to learn on, so I’d go and ski on it.
It took a second to go down and an hour to climb back up. lol
One day I fell and continued rolling down hill but the boot wouldn’t come out of the ski, which was stuck three feet deep into the snow.
I wrenched my knee real good and had to limp home but I was darned if I was going to show any pain,
cause if I did that, my parents would not let me go to the hill anymore. I had a hard enough time getting them to let me wear pants.lol
When I went to college and we had this kind of weather, I would walk cross country about 20 kms. ( I should check this out) there and back. We had no classes but it was fun to get there, sit in the caf drinking hot coffee. Warming up,do some studying.
You’d imagine you lived up in the Alps.You had to imagine, cause it was never going to happen. But dreams come true.
You never know what life has in store for you.
Resting, you’d people watch, to see what other foolish persons decided to go to school that day loll
Most of the day was spent walking and I’d get home with blisters but feeling thoroughly fulfilled.
I had an adventure.
La Mer - Charles Trenet
Voltaire once said :
All sects are different, because they come from men;
Morality is everywhere the same, because it comes from God.
If God didn’t exist, we’d need to invent him.
If Voltaire woke up today, I believe he’d fit right into our contemporary society.
Voltaire is a name we know him by but his birth name was Francois Marie Arouet.
His life, was anything but boring.
He was an enlightened satirist, always learning, promoting skepticism, criticizing everything:
Aristocracy, religion, bigotry, tyranny, democracy, the Bible, the
Roman Catholic church, Islam. etc..
He tried to make people think rather than accept things thrown at them and the
establishment didn’t like it and burnt his books but the more they burnt,
the more people wanted to read him and many did and still do today.
He died at a ripe old age of 84, in May 1778 , leaving behind over
2000 books and 14,ooo letters.
His humanist stance, offended many and landed him in jail and exile many
times but they were all used as learning experiences.
His 15 year liason with Mme Chatelet, a scientist and mathematician,
gave him an opportunity to experiment with Isaac Newton’s ideas,
study Confucious, and get into areas of philosophy and metaphysics and
the idea of separation of Church and State etc…
His 3 year exile to England taught him about Constitutional Monarchy,
Civil and Social Freedoms and Free Trade.
France had an Absolute Monarchy then and Voltaire believed in enlightened
despotism because he said you needed educated leaders to make change.
Voltaire was very special and two things he did were truly exceptional.
One was his objection to the torture and death of Calas, a man accused of killing
his own son because they said he didn’t want him to become Roman Catholic.
Calas lost all his assets and his children were sent to a monastery. Voltaire went out
of his way to exonerate the family because he saw it as religious persecution.
The Second thing we can admire him for is his stance for womens rights in his poem :
Maid of New Orleans ( really the story of Joan of Arc. But he never finished it.
Tchaikovsky also wrote a play on her).
After all Joan did for France, France betrayed her.
Joan fell in love with an English Knight who changed sides and fought for France just to be with her.
Her Dad Thibault, thought she was possessed because of all the prophetic dreams she had which
got her kings trust and thus to her leading him to his coronation.
( since she made this possible for him)
Thibault asked her if she was pure and holy and because of her liason with her love Lionel,
she could not say yes.
They mistook this as an admission to being possessed and banished her.
The English caught her. They killed Lionel and burnt her at the stake as a witch.
She became a Martyr and a Saint . Voltaire saw this as tyranny, bigotry and persecution of women.
On his death bed they asked Voltaire to renounce the devil and return to God to which he replied:
“ It’s too late to make new enemies.”
I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: "Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it.
Love is a Many Splendored Thing Matt Monroe
The Sun is out and the Birds are singing and Spring is in the air.
All is good .
"We are very excited to have President Barack Obama on the show tonight. People think it's amazing that the President would take the time to leave Washington, DC, and fly 3,000 miles to come to California. But that happens to a lot of guys when their mother-in-law moves in with them." --Jay Leno
"No wonder Obama has gray hair. That was the big story in the paper yesterday, Obama has gray hair. Wow, now his hair isn't black enough." --Bill Maher
"Republicans are attacking Barack Obama because he now wants to negotiate directly with the Taliban. Obama responded, 'Hey, right now I'd rather deal with the Taliban than with Republicans.'" --Jimmy Fallon
"President Obama got some good news today. It seems so many of his cabinet appointees have been forced to pay their back taxes, he now gets a finder's fee from the IRS." --Jay Leno
"Here's some good news. Barack Obama announced he's bringing home troops from Iraq. That's right. Unfortunately, he couldn't get them direct flights home. They have a two-year layover in Afghanistan." --Jimmy Fallon
"During his trip to Ottawa, Canada, President Obama said he was too embarrassed to admit to the Canadians that he'd never actually seen a hockey game. To which the Canadians said, "Oh, don't worry, we've never seen a black guy." --Jay Leno
"How many watched the Obama speech on Tuesday night? If you didn't see it, I'll give you the short version. We're completely broke, and deeply in debt, but we're going to do a bank rescue, universal healthcare, give everybody a college education, have a bigger war in Afghanistan, cut the deficit in half, and cure cancer. We were this close to universal blow jobs." --Bill Maher"
President Obama gave his first State of the Union address to a joint session of Congress tonight. Obama focused on the three most critical things he wants Americans to understand: first, that the economy is in a lot of trouble; second, that the road to recovery won't be easy; and third, that it's all President Bush's fault." --Jimmy Kimmel
"Well, Obama's had quite an opening. Been a month in office -- he signed the stimulus bill, he closed Guantanamo Bay, ordered the planning of our withdrawing from Iraq -- it's like he's spraying the country with a giant can of 'Bush Be-Gone.'" --Bill Maher
"I saw an article last week that said, 'Is Obama's Presidency already a failure?' ... I think everybody should just calm down. Give Obama four years. See what he can do. Then if he's a miserable failure, we'll do what we did with George W. Bush and elect him to a second term." --Craig Ferguson
Sat on a bench
One looked up, One looked down
One looked straight ahead.
One idealistic, One forlorn and
One looked straight ahead.
One head was empty
One head was full
One just looked straight ahead.
One head will empty
One head will Fill
will just stare ahead.
If you lose idealism you can’t look up
If you lose knowledge and answers,
you won’t look down
All you will do……. is stare ahead.
Sit on the bench and stare ahead.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Great little bit for a penguin guard inspection
"Most of us spend too much time on the last twenty four hours
and too little on the last six thousand years."
I had never seen a cockroach as a child. In fact, I don’t know why they are called cockroaches
since they come from the latin word
“blatta” , meaning as we know it today, cockroach.
There’s about 4000 different kinds and they don’t usually grow over 3 inches.
The first time I laid eyes on one was in Florida, on a palm tree.
This HUMUNGOUS golden brown beauty, just sat there, glorifying its gorgeousness for the world to see and it was over three inches long.
I HAD to ask a local what this beautiful bug was. So I did.
The look I got for this question was like: “Are you insane?” and then he answered:
“It’s a cockroach.” My face must have shown how shocked I was at learning this.
To this day, I have never again seen one like it ....ANYWHERE.
I kept thinking to myself how could people have such things in their homes?
Our first newly wed apartment, was in a brand new building.
It wasn’t long before I saw bugs coming out of my bathroom sink.
I caught one in a jar and plugged up all the sinks and bathtubs and took it to the janitor,
who became increasingly alarmed because
he found them in his apartment as well.
Both our apartments were 2 floors and in between us was a small one bedroom flat.
And so began the story…….
The Janitor opened the door to that flat and was appalled to find it literally covered
from top to bottom with roaches.
He almost cried.
They were everywhere!
It was a major ordeal getting them out of the building
but ………this was how I was introduced to Buddhism. lol
The couple who rented this flat were Oriental and Buddhists, who don’t kill bugs.
We often wonder, even today, how they slept?
It was Ironic in that “The Buddha” is otherwise known as
“The Awakened One”.lol
There are around 500,000 Buddhists today who believe every living thing has it’s place and reason for being and it must be respected as all nature, so it doesn’t revolt.
Buddhism exists now for over 2,500 years.
Buddhists believe, anyone following the Buddha, can have spiritual enlightenment or awakening and become like him.
If any one ever rubbed a Buddhas belly, he would know that there is some truth to that belief. lol
The Eightfold Path teaches how to stop suffering life and learning to live it.
The Four Noble Truths teach the path that must be taken to reach Enlightenment.
I truly only began to understand all this, once I accidentally found an Enormous Buddha, sitting in a mountain, in Malaysia, in the middle of no where..... in ABSOLUTE PEACE AND QUIET.
It blew my mind.
And all this ……….because of Cockroaches…….. truly Enlightened Creatures, having lived for over 350 million years on this planet.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible
TODAY’S DAILY STOCK MARKET REPORT:
Helium was up. Feathers were down. Paper was stationary.
Knives were up sharply. Pencils lost a few points.
Hiking equipment was trailing.
Elevators rose, while escalators continued a slow decline.
Light switches were off.
Mining equipment hit rock bottom.
Diapers remained unchanged.
Shipping lines stayed at an even keel.
Balloon prices were inflated. Oil continued it’s slippery slide.
And batteries exploded in an attempt to recharge the market.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sir Julius Huxley: 1887 - 1975
Religion without Revelation
"Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat"
Once upon a time Prosperity, Vanity, Sorrow, Happiness, and Love went to a lush Island Marina on vacation.
Clouds began to form and soon they were told by the Hotel, the Island had to be evacuated because a big storm was coming.
Every one panicked and began rushing for their boats, except Love, because there were so many people to help and things to do to prepare for the storm.
When she was finally ready to depart, she saw her boat was gone.
She saw Prosperity on her luxurious boat and called out: “Prosperity! Could you please take me in your boat? Some one took mine!!”
“No!” She yelled back.“ It”s full of gold, silver and diamonds. There’s no more room!!”
Vanity was circling her way out of the waves . Love Called out Vanity! “Can you help me and take me with you?”
“No! You’re all dirty and wet! And I need to get this boat back before it gets to be the same!!”
Love ran up the beach and saw Sorrow and thought Sorrow will surely take Her so she called out to her as well and asked.
“No.” cried sorrow. “I just want to be alone!” and as for Happiness well she just flew by on her sails and didn’t even look to see if any one needed help.
But then finally a small boat came by and she heard some one yell: “ Come on Love! Jump on and hold on tight!” Love was only too happy for the kind hand.
When they reached a safe cove to stowe their boat, Love was dropped off on the pier and Knowledge was there to greet her.
Before she could say anything to the boat that saved her, it pushed off and left.
So she turned and asked Knowledge who it was that saved her? “Oh “, said Knowledge. “That was Time.”
“Time? Why would he want to save me.?”
Knowledge, being full of wisdom, answered. , “Because ….only Time knows your true greatness and what you are capable of.
Time knows, only Love can bring peace and happiness to the world.”
When you’re prosperous you overlook Love. When you’re important, happy or sorrowful you forget Love.
But with Time, you realize just how important Love is.
The horizontal Twister one is something we were in, in Ontario one summer.
It was pretty scary.
Oh Mother you weep at your child’s feet
Like Mary wept for her Jesus.
You wash and kiss his feet
If only he were alive here to feel them.
Oh Mother you’d die if you knew it would help
To bring him back to be nurtured
To bring him back to live under the sun
To a life he was promised and robbed of.
Oh Mother you’d fly your soul to the sky
On a string if only to catch his
And pull him back to a heart that will bleed
If they force you to live without him.
Oh Mother what’s left in this life without hope
What’s left without the future?
Oh Mother you weep
But he’s by your feet if only you knew he’s around you.
Oh Mother so kind, he’s holding your hand
Caressing your curls of gray
Whispering tenderness into the holes of your heart
So it heals and stays strong today.
Oh Mother please feel me here right by your side
For I am ok and fine
Where ever I go I won’t forget
The Mother who loved me and cried.
Oh Mother trust in what’s right and what’s wrong.
Believe that there must be a good reason
One day I shall stand again by your side,
With warm kisses and candles to greet you.
Oh Mother you weep at your child’s feet
Feeling his presence around you
Your heavy soul consoled in deep sleep
Knowing that there you can hold him.
Peace finally settles on your furrowed black brow,
As you see him in the bright glowing light
He is safe and at play and you stand and pray
That he doesn’t forget to eat lunch.
The Last Unicorn
Tribute to Johnny Cash
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I AM - Horses
Nothing is permanent in this world.
You travel just to come home and find that there is no home.
All traces of your life and existence have disappeared.
The streets have changed. More importantly the character of the streets has changed.
The people have either moved or died.
The school buildings have been torn down and replaced by huge structures.
The little mall you roamed in is no longer a mall.
Used to be a hill to ski on, up a few blocks.
The Church burnt down.
It’s gone and even the places you worked….all gone.
VANISHED! Like it and you, never happened.
The emptiness you feel inside is overwhelming at finding out….. that you, for all intents and purposes, don’t exist and it doesn’t matter.
How can that happen?
I guess it’s like everything else in life.
Germs mutate, rivers change course,
people are designed now and not begot normally.
We destroy all the history and evidence and then spend
milleniums looking for it, to find the missing pieces, in what is now a puzzle.
Everything changes and nothing is predictable or permanent.
In Zen teachings they tell you there is only the awareness
of things happening around you.
Time and space are one and as people, we are caught in it and
flow along trying to keep busy,
like everything and every one else.
We search for happiness and learn it is begot from plain good judgement.
Good judgement is begot from experience and
experience is begot from bad judgement. lol
Everything goes full circle which means man has to be aware of bad
to become good and aware of what is good to become bad.
And this applies to everything in the Universe from the macro to the micro.
There is always a play with opposites.
People are on a journey. flowing along in that circle, of being and existence, and
depending on where you find yourself, this is what you’ll be.
Now we find out that there is new matter , something apart from Quantum Physics. That should be interesting.
Everything in our lives is about change.
Politics Science Religion Sports are all in turbulence and
this turbulence has never stopped from the beginning of time.
People are not happy because basically they just want it
to stop but instead, it is getting more and more chaotic,
bringing about more uncertainty, more unpredictability and impermanence.
We are afraid, because we get tired of chasing this change,
this turbulence, to keep on top of things and
in the end we know, it will out run us and we will fail.
Maybe this is the reason we have death.
Maybe this is deaths’ purpose.
Maybe death takes us away to a place where there is permanence, predictability and certainty,
where we can finally beget joy and peace, which we cannot find on the journey this life takes us.
Maybe death is a tangent on the circle of life, just as birth is.
Maybe death is not death, but a new life.
We don’t know where we came from and we don’t know where we will end up and
most of us don’t know where we are in this circle of life either.
So the Zen Masters must be right, in that all we do know,
is that we have awareness, we are conscious, of things happening around us, right now.
The best way to live in a world, where you only have awareness,
is to be happy in the moment of time you find yourself in.
I guess by saying this, we imply that nothing needs to be the way you think it should be.
Nor should it be, unless it is.
Awareness begets a new meaning, in that once we are aware,
that there are no laws for us, and things don’t have to be one way or another,
things will just be, because they are.
There will be only good and bad and the large midpoint in between, where you are misled,
begins to disappear, instead of being the focal point, of all that is.
Awareness brings to light, meaning understanding,
that there actually is good and bad and thus people need to decide what they want,
for themselves, and work daily towards that goal.
good <----------(M I S L E D) -----------> bad.
Working to provide food is good. Killing man for food is bad.
Giving food is good. Stealing food is bad.
Giving shelter is good. Killing a man for shelter is bad .
Giving clothes is good. Stealing or killing man for clothes is bad.
Entertaining for good is good. Entertaining to beget badness or sickness, out of people is not.
Taking drugs for health is good. Taking drugs to promote sickness is bad.
Once you simplify things, people are aware and better understand
what it is to be good and exactly why the world needs it.
Awareness itself, begins to teach people to self censor
through the theme of being good because it clarifies the fact
that no one can survive being bad
whether it be in this life or the next.
In fact, being bad would not be of interest anymore because
doubt would be instilled in the action of being bad.
The graph then changes to different ranges of good.
+Good < ----------------------------------------------- > Good-
Worlds Smallest Horse
Swan Lake very nice.
Very lovely Ballet and Music.
Swan Lake is another Romeo and Juliet story.
Its about a Prince who falls in love with a swan, who is really Odette, a Princess, who had an evil spell cast on her which only true love could break.
The evil socerer wanted the Prince to marry his own daughter so he changed her to look like Odette.
Odette was heart broken but the Prince found out and ran to the Lake and told Odette what happened.
They died in the Lake rather than be torn apart by the evil sorcerer and this broke the spell. All the other swans turned back into people and they drowned the sorcerer and his daughter.
This is very interesting and worth a read from National Geographic.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Hope you can get it.
It might take a few seconds for the video to come up.Then just click on start arrow.
This is truly amazing and well worth watching.
For hundreds, maybe thousands of years, people have been trying to figure out how primitive people could build huge structures such as Stonehenge and the pyramids out of stone blocks weighing thousands of pounds. Scientists have been stumped.
Then along comes a normal guy - a retired construction worker - and he says well, I would do it like this. And he does.. This guy uses the simplest tools known to man and shows how simple and easy it would have been to create Stonehenge
This is a really great video clip. Amazing how this guy could figure out something that has confounded scholars for centuries. And not only figures it out, but demonstrates it!
This guy could build a replica of Stonehenge single-handedly, while a committee of 20 or 30 Civil Engineering professors from leading universities would be debating how it might be done.
' Stonehenge Reloaded'. You have got to see this....
One of my little treasures was a pale blue budgie I named Orlik. He was my love and playmate and simply an incredible little bird.He never liked his cage closed and therefore knew when he was being punished if we ever did .lol
It all began simple enough. You buy a young bird. It always has to be a special bird that attaches itself to your soul and that only speaks to you.You bring him home in a box, get him adjusted to his cage. Buy him treats. Teach him to sit on your finger and before you know it, this bird is all over you.
As soon as I would come home from school, he would fly and sit on my shoulder. We’d do our kissy kissy stuff and he’d share a bite of my apple with me.When I would read, he’d like to tangle himself in my hair and nibble my ear, chirping gently.
It all felt so good but if you crossed him by shooing him away, he’d head for that tiny place under the tip of your nose and give that piece of skin a good bite.
It brought tears to your eyes cause it’s a sensitive spot but he’d make his point, that his feelings were hurtand you would then wag your finger at him looking like a fool calling him a bad bird, (cause he’d try to catch it), and put him back into the cage.
We’d both sulk until I’d feel sorry seeing him with this pitiful sad expression and let him back out. We’d kissy kissy again and he’d search my face for crumbs.
He shared meals with the family on the kitchen table. If we had soup he’d sit on my soup dish and I’d feed him cooled off soup from my spoon.
He made sure to check every plate to see what was served.Then he’d run around the table picking up any pieces of bread crumbs he could find.Everything was fun and games with him.
He’d run up your arm to watch you eat paying attention to everything that went into your mouth. Then you’d lift your glass of water to him and he’d climb deep inside for a good drink. All you’d see was his tail. Then you’d open your mouth and he’d peer in to see if there was any cleaning to be done in there. That was very funny. We’d say stupid bird putting your head into the lions mouth. Loll
While the dishes were being cleared, he’d land on the floor and begin to attack your feet.
You’d have to be very careful not to step on him so instead of working, you’d lie down on the floor with him and take out your change. A dime was easy. He’d pick it up and begin carrying it all around, head held high. Then you’d change that to a nickel and he’d carry that around but you could see it wasn’t so easy cause it was a heavier coin. Then you’d give him a quarter. Now the struggle began cause he was determined to take this coin some where but he wasn’t quite sure as to where. So he’d drag it around the floor till he tired out. We gave him another 50 cent piece.
That was a real comedy to watch because he’d circle it many times trying to figure out how he was going to handle this situation. But he didn’t give up.
We had a plant that grew like a vine and it ran along our wall in the living room. He’d love to sit on it. From that vine we learned how to play tag. I’d run up to the plant and touch him with my finger and run away. He’d chase me, sit on my shoulder and then fly back to the plant. We’d play like this a good while every day.
Then one day he truly surprised me.
I called him Orlik and he answered me OOORlik. It was so difficult for him and I felt sorry I didn’t choose him an easier name. I couldn’t believe my ears. He talked. This was his present to me.
Of course this followed with so much love between us, lots of pats and kissies and rubbing of head to cheeks. The two of us were perfectly content with one another
My neighbor had an old green bird and so we decided to bring them together at the dinner table. Orlik was a gentleman. He ran up to greet her but she was stand offish and snobby and would turn her head away. After being pestered she began to run away.
It was so funny watching them run around the table both knowing they could easily fly but neither of them did.
When she saw she couldn’t get rid of him she decided to tolerate him standing beside her.
He’d see some crumbs and he’d walk back and forth to make sure she saw them as well and she’d walk over eventually and slowly nibble on them.
Orlik didn’t quite know what to make of her. She wasn’t playful and he finally began to think she was down right boring.
But he continued to entice her to do as he did showing her the tricks of the trade so to speak. Her interest began to grow as she watched him. When she had enough, she’d run up to her own owners and hung around them on the table.
We invited her often to our table to play with Orlik but it never failed. She’d always come in cool and reserved and he would have to do a lot to warm her up to his idea of fun.
Orlik was so attached to people, always wanting to please, that one day we had a storm brewing and my Mom opened the door to take the clothes off the line.
He flew to her shoulder and I ran after him but before anyone could do anything the wind picked him up and swooped him high, high, high into the air.
We both screamed Orlik! Orlik! and he was looking at us but there was nothing he could do.
Our Orlik’s wings were spread out and he was blown out of site.
Life teaches you that no matter what you do, one mistake, could cost you plenty.
Since I knew there was no way for him to return, I prayed he wasn’t hurt and managed
to find a window somewhere to sit on and perhaps find another family who would be willing to love him as much as we did.
We never forgot the joy he brought into our home and as you can see,
we can never forget him either.
No one is really sure if our planet is changing because of CO2 emissions or because we
cut down the Amazon forest and sent it north where lumber is needed more, thus changing
the planetary weight distribution or if the planet is slowing down and wobbling because of
magnetic field fluctuations or other changes in the universe.
We do know, through various calculations, that 6 trees off set about one ton of CO2.
In Australia they estimated that each person produces approximately 13 tons of CO2 per year when the allowable rate is only 2 tons per year at most.
So if the calculations are correct, each person should be planting about 78 trees per year to neutralize our carbon out put.
So what do we do?
The best thing to do is to go out into your environment and see what trees grow naturally in your woods and
bring home seeds from these trees because they will be the easiest to adapt to the environment you live in.
The next step is to plant them in your yard, in some cool out of the way place.
Once the seedlings are large enough to survive on their own, with a good root system, go out and plant them
in safe areas where they have a chance to survive.
In British Columbia we have lots of Douglas Fir and pine cones galore.
Collecting them is fun in early spring and if you leave them in the sun to dry, they will open up and expose plenty of seeds.
You can then collect the seeds and plant them outside.
Sometimes you may use a zip lock bag to put pots in so that when you water them the soil does not dry.
The humidity will stay in the bag and keep the soil moist.
It usually doesn’t take long for them to sprout and then you can open the bag and treat them as normal seedlings.
This a great project to do at home and so easy and watching these babies grow gives you so much joy.
Once they are large enough (6-12 inches), they make fine gifts for all occasions especially when new babies are born. As the child grows, so will the tree and you will always know how old it is.
Protecting our environment doesn’t have to be so difficult if we just learn to enjoy it in a non destructive way
by replacing what we take out of our soil.
As I know we have many bikers crossing the country side, this is a very good thing for them to do.
Just hang a bag full of seedlings over your shoulder and stick them into the soil,
along the routes you travel, preferably, just before it rains, when you stop to take a break.
Every one can become a Johnny Appleseed, who planted seeds in 6 states before he died,
If nothing else, these trees will grow to provide free air conditioning to our overstressed planet.
In Toronto they found out planting trees on high rise roofs to be very beneficial both for the air and peoples health .
So………. become Legends in your own right, think green and have some fun planting.
A man goes to the confessional. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”
“What is your sin, my child?” the priest asks back.
“Well,” the man starts, “I used some horrible language this week and I feel absolutely terrible.”
“When did you do use this awful language?” said the priest.
“I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 250 yards, but it struck a phone line that was hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards.”
“Is that when you swore?”
“No, Father.” Said the man. “After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away.”
“Is THAT when you swore?” asked the priest again.
“Well, no,” said the man, “You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!”
“Is THAT when you swore?” asked the amazed priest.
“No, not yet.” The man replied. “As the eagle carried the squirrel away in his claws, it flew towards the green. And as it passed over a bit of forest near the green, the squirrel dropped my ball.”
“Did you swear THEN?” asked the now impatient priest.
“No, because as the ball fell it struck a tree, bounced through some bushes, careened off a big rock, and rolled through a sand trap onto the green and stopped within six inches of the hole.”
“You missed the damn putt, didn’t you?” sighed the priest.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
THE AUTUMN FALCON
Nothing pleases me more than to see the world a blaze in color and autumn in Quebec, was something to behold.
Not only were the skies ablaze but the streets were also covered like a woodland pathway.
The cool morning dew and the rising sun just added to a land, only God could create.
My Dad used to wake me up very early because there was a time limit before the morning mushrooms would decompose or be eaten by worms.
It was a true case of the early bird catching the worm and we were to be the early birds.
We’d cross the bridge off the island of Montreal and head towards farms which left large parcels of land unkempt and natural.
The farmers didn’t mind people entering their woods at that time.
The woods were thick and wild.
The soil was rich and black and you could feel and smell the life in it.
Amongst the rotting tree trunks and beneath birch trees, we would begin to collect our beloved mushrooms.
As I find out today, they are called Pidpenky but in English, the closest I came to calling them were Honey Mushrooms.
I could be wrong. Does any one know?
My Dad always warned about collecting mushrooms you don’t know because eating them would be devastating. We only took what we knew and always made sure never to take the roots.
These particular mushrooms were excellent fried. You could never have enough and after collecting two 50 lb potato sacks full, my Mom, Dad and I would sort them right away,
clean them, wash them and put them into salt water, just in case they had any worms.
Worms were a good thing cause if they ate them, then people could.
My Mom would prepare the jars and the spices and she would then parboil the mushrooms and prepare them for pickling. All this had to be done rather quickly.
The result was the best pickled mushrooms all year round. We always had enough for us and to share.
At the same time, on week ends ,we’d go to the apple farms. They would allow us to pick our own apples.
McIntosh Apples are still the best in my book to this day.
They are red, hard, crunchy, sweet and juicy. There is no apple like it in the world.
No wonder Apple stole the name, because they know tons of people will be looking for this apple,
and they would land on their web site instead.lol
Being a veracious book reader, I would always have a bushel beside my lounge chair and instead of eating food, these apples always made a great snack.
My Mom would make lots of jars of apple sauce and I would help her churn the cooked apples
so as to sort out the skins.
We’d eat it in the winter with ice cream or pork or turkey.
She’d also make the best rhubarb preserves I ever tasted and since she stopped, I never had any.
One of these trips to the apple orchards landed us a Wild Falcon.
He was beautiful, lean ,smooth, with brown feathers ,clear sharp eyes and a beak that could do real damage.
Since it was hunting season, some one shot it and its’ claw on one foot was closed so he could not use it.
It affected his hunting skills.
He was weak and didn’t put up much of a fight so we brought him home to nurse.
My Mom was a nurse by profession and she loved cleanliness. She kept her house so spotless, you could eat off of the floors.
( I am not like my Mom. Loll)
It was surprising she allowed us to place newspaper all around her beautiful wood floors so this Falcon could have a room to himself, in the house, to recuperate, instead of outside on the closed balcony.
Come to think of it, she let this Falcon get away with more than she ever allowed us loll.
Since it was around Thanks Giving, we had this huge turkey we bought to bake.
It was already defrosted so we decided to
give the Falcon a few pieces to see if he would eat.
Falcons are no fools. He saw good raw meat and he didn’t care who gave it to him.
He took piece after piece for supper. He took piece after piece for breakfast. He took piece after piece for lunch.
He took piece after piece for supper. By the end of the next day our 20 lb Thanks giving Turkey was gone but our Falcon was in tip top shape.lol
He became so friendly and strutted around the floor still unable to open his claw. We tried to do it for him but were not lucky either.
It was closed, frozen and that was that. He would no longer be able to use it.
We took advantage of being so close to nature and held him and patted him and checked his wings to make sure nothing else was broken or damaged and he was cooperative just as if he understood we were his friends.
No matter how much we covered the wood floors, this guy with his sharp eye, would find one inch some where, where the floor showed and he would shoot his excrement right there, bulls eye, missing all the newspaper lined out for him to do his business on. The whole floor was covered and he'd see a little opening and that was what he targeted.
Some how we all found it funny cause he’d never miss. lol
He’d lift his tail and shoot backwards with a dead aim that would bring the best hunter to shame.
For this entertainment we decided he was strong enough to fly and try to live his life again.
He still had lots of woods around full of nice rodents to feed on, so if he was smart, he would be able to survive or come back home to where he got free food.
We wished him well and in as much as he was a perfect guest, we saw in his eyes how grateful he was to see the world he grew up in, waiting for him.
As we watched him fly away, we knew we’d never see him again.
He had an agenda. He had a purpose. He had a place he wanted to be and
with this in mind, he flew away.
He left us with a good memory, a few laughs, no Thanks giving dinner, and an understanding that you can tame the wild but you can’t control their heart. They will always be free spirits.
In this way, this Falcon was like a human.