Saturday, July 31, 2010
Now and then I am privileged to witness a young bird on his first flight. It has happened several times in my life. Perhaps because I’m outdoors a lot, always feeding birds in my yard, and just have an eye and an ear for such things in nature.
This morning I went out to read my electric meter on the side of my house. As soon as I got there I heard a Mocking Bird raising hell! She was SO loud. I know there is always a nest in the burr oak tree there, and she polices the area well, always letting me know when I’m intruding and getting too close.
I happened to look down and see my garden hose coiled on the ground near an evergreen shrub planted in front of the window. Standing there, his little feet perched on the hose, was a young Mocking Bird with huge, round, frightened eyes!
He still had lots of baby fuzz among his feathers. His head, especially, was fuzzy, lol, but the head is the last part to fully feather out on most birds. He was still as a stone statue. Of course he was, Mama was screaming “Don’t Move! Don’t Move!” and hoping I would go away, lol.
He was so precious, I dearly wished I had my camera with me. I went back into the house right away and straight to the window by my computer that looks out on that spot. He was already gone!
Good. That means he CAN fly. He’s just so new at it he’s scared and Mama has to keep urging him on. I went about my business and returned to the window about 5 minutes later.
Now I hear Mama again. Saying the same thing over and over. I look in the bush and see Baby sitting on a tiny twig. Mama is above him in the big tree, yelling words of encouragement. His head, his entire body really, is bobbing up and down as he tries to get the feel of it all, the perfect post to launch into flight.
He loses his balance a lot, flaps his little wings and then settles down again and starts over. Now he just squats down where he is and rests a while. This flying stuff is hard work. And scary! Landing is even harder and often quite funny to watch.
Now Mama is right above him in the shrub. He opens his wide baby bird mouth and she puts a bug in there. Courage is hard to come by on an empty stomach, lol, so she’s helping him keep up his strength. She’ll do this all day. Constantly chirping encouragement and motivation. Eventually she’ll take him to the back yard and show him the birdbath.
We all know how hard motherhood can be. No rest for busy moms. Kids come first.
She’s letting him rest, but we know she’ll be back at it shortly, because none of us can live in the world without taking that leap. It’s a leap of Faith. Hope. Trust. Life. Love. We’ll repeat it constantly as long as we live. Real leaps always take courage. And often need some encouragement from others, even a shove like the one Mama bird no doubt gave Baby bird this morning.
Ok, it’s 4 hours later. Joe and I just came in with a new wing chair I bought. (Couldn’t find a birdbath which is what I went to buy.) As I propped the door open so we could carry in the chair, Mama bird was sitting in the crepe myrtle right by the door. I didn’t see her but I could HEAR her, lol. Still prodding Baby bird to fly one more time. I hear her loud shriek and his smaller answering chirp. Over and over.
See, she takes him from tree to tree and bush to bush. He flies. He lands. She feeds him. (Or rewards him?) He rests a while. And then off they go again. It’s so cute!
Have you taken a LEAP lately? Or do you have a fear of flying?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Every morning I take my coffee with me and sit in front of my desktop pc and read the news.
I read the local newspaper online and visit CNN, which is becoming more of a gossip site than a news site, IMHO. Looking for more substantial fare, I found the New York Times online, accessible and free..
The NYT has a lot of really interesting (to me) items every day. They even cater to a little hidden passion of mine, correct grammar. I know that's a weird thing to be interested in for most people, but hey, that's my thing. It's called AFTER DEADLINE and addresses all the improperly structured sentences, etc. that were used in their own publication. There's quite an archive of these items and it should be required reading for every school grammar class. In fact, it should be required reading for all local newspaper editors, lol, who are notorious for bad grammar in their publications. Book reviews, travel tips. All sorts of goodies.
But I digress. The really important thing I look for while reading the news is the HEALTH news. I love to hear what new issue is being discussed; another new story about people fighting the weight battle and succeeding or not; scientific discoveries that help me hang on to a healthy bod just a little longer, etc.
The NYT doesn't disappoint. They have a RECIPES FOR HEALTH section, too, as well as all sorts of articles on every aspect of health. I can always find something that applies to me or someone I know.
What's YOUR FAVORITE daily source for news, health news, especially?
After Deadline (scroll way down for all of it)
Recipes for Health
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Everyone who has a little food problem knows what the M Word is - MODERATION!
Is that the hardest thing to consistently achieve or what?
You don’t offer an after dinner smoke to someone who is trying to quit, do you? No one drags alcoholics to a bar and says, “Now just have one.” Or takes a compulsive gambler to a casino for a few hours of fun! Yet, we who can’t resist tasty food are expected to sit down at a sumptuous meal on any given day and practice portion control!
It’s hard. Really.
Of course, when you DO achieve it, Moderation is wonderful. And don’t you feel so virtuous? So thrilled! You look back on that day, that meal, and pat yourself on the back. And you should.
The very reason that every other addictive behavior is treated by going “cold turkey” and NEVER going near the temptation again, is that MODERATION is a real test of human will power!
Joe asks me if we can have pasta for dinner one night. He asks me because he knows it’s hard for me to eat just a little. He doesn’t want to tempt me, but I’m always telling him I must learn to eat anything in any situation and still practice portion control. So we agree on a pasta dinner. HE cooks it. (He’s a wonderful cook!) I prepare for it - in my food tracker, in my mind.
We sit. We eat. I have my portion. It’s wonderful. I love the look. The aroma. The texture. Gulp.
I want more.
I want MORE!
I WANT MORE!
I run through the house, wildly waving my arms, stopping now and then to beat my head against the wall, and yelling, “PASTA! PASTA! I want MORE! DON’T GIVE ME ANY!”
Poor Joe is so sweet and so worried, he actually takes the little portion of pasta that’s left and stuffs it down the garbage disposal, lol. He looks at me like, "It's gone, hon. It can't hurt you now." lol Now THAT’s a good man!
Yes, I felt pretty happy the next morning that I didn’t eat ALL the pasta.
Yes, I feel really happy to have such a good buddy in Joe. WooHoo!
Yes, I know MODERATION will always be the M Word, a “four letter” word no matter how you spell it, and something I’ll be WRESTLING with all my life.
It’s not fair.
It’s not reasonable.
But we can’t go “cold turkey” on food abstinence, can we?
Is anyone out there a model of Moderation? Or do you still fight with it now and then? Or, are you like me, and know it well as a daily sparring partner?
Still striving to be a Model of Moderation. sigh
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
There was a blonde who found herself sitting next to a Lawyer on an airplane. The lawyer just kept bugging the blonde wanting her to play a game of intelligence. Finally, the lawyer offered her 10 to 1 odds, and said every time the blonde could not answer one of his questions, she owed him $5, but every time he could not answer hers, he'd give her $50.00. The lawyer figured he could not lose, and the blonde reluctantly accepted.
The lawyer first asked, "What is the distance between the Earth and the nearest star?"
Without saying a word the blonde handed him $5. Then the blonde asked, "What goes up a hill with 3 legs and comes back down the hill with 4 legs?"
Well, the lawyer looked puzzled. He took several hours, looking up everything he could on his laptop and even placing numerous air-to-ground phone calls trying to find the answer. Finally, angry and frustrated, he gave up and paid the blonde $50.00
The blonde put the $50 into her purse without comment, but the lawyer insisted, "What is the answer to your question?"
Without saying a word, the blonde handed him $5.
Which reminds me of the advice I give to all the men I know.
Never argue with a woman. Even if you win, YOU'LL BE SORRY.
Have YOU laughed today?
(You could call it a lawyer joke, lol, but that's not PC either. Just say "The moral of this joke is never pick on a woman" and change the word blonde to the word woman. lol. Karen)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Reminiscing with a friend and co-worker from the past, we remembered the sign we walked under every single day on our way into lockup to interview inmates in the county jail:
IN GOD WE TRUST.
All others we search.
Any memorable signs in your life?
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