Several years ago I had the unique experience of rescuing a hawk. I often saw them flying close to my home and even 15 minutes away at work. I admired their beauty and strength as they flew. This hawk was not flying. He was in the driveway beneath my garage door windows on his back … More I Rescued a Hawk Once
Ever since I can remember I have loved horses. I grew up in the era of cowboy shows and westerns. My Saturdays were filled with Trigger and Roy Rogers, Silver and the Lone Ranger; Fury and Joey; and the multitude of horses on all the other TV shows of that period. These horses were smarter than dogs, … More The Joy and Love of Horses
And now for something a little different. Having had two cats and a love of beauty in most of what I see, l thought I would share these fine, feline photos. Can you tell that I love cats? I have shared pictures of my two already but will share one of each at the end … More Cats of Beauty
As I sit here on my screened in porch this morning I hear the varied songs of my feathered friends. When I hear one near me in an effort to be friendly I attempt to imitate his message. He replies and then I mimic his sounds. Back and forth we go. Suddenly I begin to … More My Warbled Mind
I had to have Sister, my cat, euthanized before New Years Day. Sister was a very sweet tempered, actually polite, timid gray and brown tabby with white legs and a white collar. She developed diabetes from a pituitary brain tumor sometime in the last two years. The slowly worsening diabetes made her so hungry that … More How Do You Know When?
Part 1 My life has never been the same since I adopted “my two cats.” I think they plotted to come into my life and make me their servant! They each have their own personalities. But Sister was the one I totally underestimated. (Sister was euthanized December 30, 2018.) Sister was always the timid, sweet, … More My Cats Are Revolting!
Sister, a Queen Cat? There were signs that someone thought she was the queen cat, at least some of the time. Sometimes when I walked down the hall past the guest bathroom, Sister would be standing expectantly by the bathroom sink, looking at me out the door and uttered a sharp, commanding, “MRROW!” I knew … More Memories of Sister, Part 2