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Carefree as a Bird

I am not a bird watcher nor a bird enthusiast. My neighbor however is. She frequently feeds them and finds great joy in them. I personally couldn’t tell you a mockingbird from a warbler (I had to look up how to spell that). I just identify birds by their colors. I like to see them come and they are quite inspirational to watch. I’ve just never delved that far into it to figure out which birds I’m looking at.

One thing I have noticed is they don’t seem to have the worries that we do. Not that they don’t face adversity, but they don’t appear to sit around in their nests discussing how their kids lives may end up or if they will be able to make their nest payment. Maybe their chirping to each other is a discussion about how to keep  the sun up longer or about how they wish it would rain to bring out the worms…I just don’t know – but I doubt it.

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There is a momma bird that comes by daily to gather food for herself. I assume she is ensuring her own health and well-being so that she will be able to provide for her young. After she is satisfied, she then begins to hunt food for her babies.  She takes care of herself first(Is this selfish? I don’t think so. It’s wise and natural. I doubt her social media friends on Instabird will condemn her for it out of jealousy.)   She makes many trips back and forth from the ground to the safety of her nest.  (When she gets to the nest, she doesn’t have to post it on BirdBook or check-in to prove she made it.)  Most of the time she returns with nourishment for her babies, but not every time. Each time the little birdies see her they perk up and become vocal. She seems content with her home nest while she is providing.  She sings a beautifully happy and melodious song.  (She doesn’t take a selfie with her young eating to prove she provides.)

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I see the daddy bird wearing his Majestic colors, taking turns from nest to ground, alternating his trips with the mama bird.  (He too fed himself before he began to take care of the kiddos. He does not have to post it on SnapBird though because he is strong and confident. He doesn’t need to prove he helped build the nest.)  The babies are not vocal when he returns to the nest. Because I’m not an avid birdwatcher and have not studied them, I am not sure why this is. I assume it is out of respect. Sometimes he has food as well for the young but not near as often. I think he is there more for security.

Each morning during this daily ritual, there’s a large brown squirrel that appears. He’s huge, at least the size of a large Tom cat. He wants the same food that these birds need and for some reason he also wants to get to the nest. It is as if they play a game comparing cleverness and whit. He will race the birds from the ground to their nest back and forth. It’s hard to tell if he’s trying to take their babies or if he’s more interested in their food. This squirrel is their adversary and they work together to stop him.

Most mornings are the same song and dance routine. While the birds are alternating from the nest to the ground, they are also alternating which goes after the squirrel. Usually the male bird goes after the squirrel’s tail and he is the first line of defense. If the squirrel is extremely persistent, the momma bird will fly down and attack the squirrel’s head. Most mornings this show of force is enough to make the squirrel go elsewhere to rummage for food. But this morning, that squirrel was not going to budge.

With the daddy bird swooping down and grabbing at the back side of a squirrel, the squirrel fought back. I heard an unfamiliar sound as they encountered each other. The bird with its usual loud warning chirps warning Mr squirrel and the squirrel with a high pitched scream. Who knew squirrels could scream? Anyway it was obvious that the male bird was failing. The momma bird swooped in for the victory blow. Both birds attacked the squirrel at the same time. Then they flew up and back down, grabbing the squirrel and lifting him several inches off the ground. Finally the squirrel gave up and left. He screamed the whole time he was running away.  (Chances are really good the squirrel didn’t post his drama on BirdBook either.)  High-five birds!

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Observing Nature’s little Adventure this morning brought my mind to a very important realization that I often forget. The birds of the air don’t sit around and worry about their troubles. They know what they need to survive and they do it. They started off working together by working separately. In the end, they worked together by focusing on the same thing. They are able to overcome their adversity without sitting around discussing their worries, problems, and trials.  They worked together without hesitation because they know that it’s the only way to solve their problem in the end . Scriptures remind us of this:

26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?  MATTHEW 6: 26-27

Although this is probably one of the most common verses preached, taught, and shared… it is often the most forgotten. At least I know that I forget it.  It is easy to get caught up in the day-to-day. It is easy to only focus on getting by and forget to live. I believe everyone has their own interpretation of purpose and I am not here to say what one person’s purpose is over another. But, I will say that I don’t think anyone’s purpose is to sit around and worry about things. Will worry help you achieve your purpose? Will worry and the anxiety it brings change any circumstance? Will worry bring  you happiness or help you fulfill your goals?

If you have forgotten your purpose like I catch myself sometimes doing, maybe it’s worth thinking about a little deeper. Purpose doesn’t mean answering that age old question “why am I here?”.

Purpose is knowing what you want out of life and striving each day toward that goal.

With Love,

Chrissy 😊

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I’m not like her, am I?

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Noticing the changes that occur in all of us as we grow older is chilling. It’s a reminder that this life is not forever. It can also give a subtle reminder to enjoy each day as though it were our last.

My mother was always very happy while she was working in her flowers. My grand mother was the same. I also very much enjoy all the time I get to spend outdoors and my flowers make me happy too. Isn’t it funny how we become so much like those who raised us? Some say that they are nothing like their parental figures, but if taking an honest look, we all become like them in some ways.

There was a day when I would cringe and possibly fight someone if they said, “You sound like your mother.” I was very young then. I have a birthday fast approaching and will be nearing the mid-point in my life. These years, especially the last 4-5,  have been my pinnacle period where I have been happy, satisfied, loved, content and enjoying the day-to-day. I have also come to understand my mother in ways that I never thought possible. So now that I can see her with different eyes, I feel it a compliment if someone compares us.

Here she and dad are a few months before they adopted my brother and I

Here she and dad are a few months before they adopted my brother and I

 

 

There are stories that aren’t appropriate to hear when you are young that fall on your ears as you mature. Your parents had a life before you. Their personalities and previous life experiences might impress you if you take time to listen.

My mother was a beautiful young lady that turned heads everywhere she went. She had an appeal about her that attracted many people. She was also very forthright and spoke her mind. She was called blunt, uncaring, hard, and mean. She was a savvy business woman that knew what she wanted; this drive and desire overflowed into all she touched. She was obsessed with continued learning and was enthralled by conversion with someone well educated. She was firm yet loving and she was stern yet compassionate. She had some less desirable traits as well, but don’t we all?

The thing I admired her most for was taking me in. She was 40 years old that year, in 1976. I was just a few months old.

To be continued….

Bad Dog Park Etiquette

We have a 50 pound Labrador-Shar Pei mix pooch that we rescued almost 2 years ago from a local shelter. Since she’s a house dog we feel often times like she needs more exercise then what we are able to give her daily, so we frequently take her to a dog park or on outtings with us. Why do we go to such lengths? Because we love her, like a child… as one of the family.

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We were driving almost thirty miles or so to take her to a dog park on the opposite end of town until we discovered back in the fall that there is a good-sized well kept dog park that’s only about 5 minutes from home. We have frequented several times a month now and each time we go, the experience is a little different.

When we first started going to dog parks we had to learn some of the rules of etiquette. Just like any beginner would. We learned about picking up our dog’s poop, maintaining her composure and control, and appropriate social interactions. And I have to say that most dog owners on the opposite side of town were very welcoming, understanding, and congenial. We also learned that taking your dog’s personality and how they react in different situations into consideration is a must. I mean, this should be obvious to the average person with common sense, right?

Alright, that’s enough history for you. As with any other place there are regulars that come daily or weekly. Their dogs know each other and have developed some sort of friendship or acquaintance. Since the pet owners are regulars, I recognize them from time to time. We may not be on a first name basis but there is a familiar between all of us. It’s a beautiful Park, well kept and maintained. There are waste receptacles and poop bags readily available on every section of the park. It’s fenced in and there’s an awesome swimming pond on one section. Teeny tiny dogs have a lot to run in, medium sized dogs have a lot and really large dogs do as well. Medium and large dogs tend to mingle with each other and get along pretty well.

Occasionally you have that owner of a tiny dog who will try to bring their itty bitty dog into the big dog arena. It’s generally peaceful for the first five minutes. Then suddenly the teeny tiny dog will try to attack a huge dog and the owner of that small dog will get upset that the large dog defended itself. This is a pretty common thing. People who own small dogs know this but for some reason fall into the belief that their tiny dog will be well behaved around a huge dog. It is what it is. That’s not what this story is about.

Yesterday while at the dog park our 50 pound fixed female Labrador / Shar-Pei mix dog was attacked. Not by a tiny dog but by three dogs her size and a little bit larger. They were intact males. They were all curious about her one at a time and played with her one on one for a while. It was when they were all interested in her at the same time that things became volatile. One of these dogs was a pit, the other was a boxer, the other I have no idea.

The owners of these aggressive dogs were female. They stayed huddled around on the other side of the park, hands on hips, laughing and conversating with one another. Their dogs had been pooping everywhere and none of them bothered to stop their conversation to clean up. Their conversation continued completely uninterrupted as their dogs were beginning to growl and get aggressive with our dog. They couldn’t be bothered with something so trivial when their conversations were so important!

Now, just to be clear, this was happening literally at my feet. My dog came to me for comfort and protection because she was fearful. We were probably 25 to 30 feet away from the owners of the other dogs. They were looking in our direction but did not intervene. My husband, who had cleaned up after our dog, was walking back to the area where we were to intervene. Needless to say he was pretty angry. I had already been attempting voice commands to intervene but those aggressive dogs were not heeding my voice.

My husband tends to bring with him some amazing energy and it was obvious that he was not happy. The largest of the three ladies decided to waddle in our general direction to get her dog. She did not help or intervene though. She just stood there watching. My husband took control of our dog’s harness and led her to the gate to take her to another section of the park. Basically we were removing ourselves from the situation peacefully to protect ours. The boxer & the pit became increasingly agitated and the largest of the dogs that belonged to the largest of the women got on top of ours. Still this lady did not intervene or attempt to help. Bad etiquette indeed.

The owner of the two most aggressive dogs was smaller in stature and thought she could control them. Through verbal commands she attempted but failed. Her dogs made it through the fence with my husband and our dog. She was yelling and cussing & was obviously mad at us.

Now understand that we know it’s bad etiquette to allow another owner’s dog through the gate. We also could not control the situation and she wasn’t helping, so it was more an accident than anything. I even apologized to her when she should have been the one apologizing to me for neglecting her animals and allowing the situation to escalate.

My husband said some not-so-nice things to her as she was retrieving her dog. As she passed by me she gave me a hard stare eye to eye. The three ladies were obviously upset that their conversation had been so rudely interrupted and we continued to be the topic of their loud conversation as they pointed at us on the other side of the fence. More people with even larger dogs converged around them and began talking. While all these dog owners were conversating about how horrible we were, the original three aggressive dogs broke out in a dogfight with the other people’s dogs. I’ll admit, I had to snicker a bit.

The craziest thing was that I recognized the smaller, more petite lady who was trying to control the two most aggressive dogs. I know her. She dated my brother. I went to school with her. We are friends on Facebook. She didn’t recognize me. I didn’t care. I did not have a high opinion of her when we were young. Obviously I do not have a high opinion of her now. Isn’t it funny how the world goes around?  I’ve always thought people could change, but the more I consider it, I am second guessing this idea now. And on the off chance she may ever read this article, here is a link about Dog Park Etiquette. Oh, and this is a great article too!

 

Thank you Jesus

The Lord woke me up today 🙂

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Butterfly on Mint

He allowed me to get out of bed on my own 🙂 There’s coffee & rich delicious creamer all morning. The children God gave me are healthy (one with healing swimmers ear) and Old Man Puddy is still kick’n.

Our faithfully dedicated pup protected me from a vicious looking pool float on our morning stroll. (Ha!) And my sweet husband was right beside me when I got up early to taxi my boys to & from work.

Our land is healing & our home is cool in this summer heat. My vision is blurring but the Lord provides glasses so I can still see.

Life is short…shorter than we think. God’s love is powerful…stronger than anything. Grace is a gift…one not deserved. Faith is a must…not occasional as needed. Salvation is sweet…enduring and promised. Blessings are gifts…not to be forgotten.

Love,

Chrissy

Thankful, grace, salvation, blessed, saved, happy

I find myself thankful, grateful a lot lately. I suppose we should be thankful everyday that we wake up and every moment we’re allowed to take a breath. But sometimes, I found that I am more thankful than others.

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My heart overflows with gratitude to the Lord for all that he has done for me and my family. He has kept us in His grace, enveloped us in His love, and smiled upon us with his love. Thank you Jesus for all you are.

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We are blessed with love & togetherness. We are loved by an all mighty God. He loved us so tremendously that he sent his only son to redeem our sins, that through faith we might be saved.

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And God is so super awesome that he loves everyone and offers his perfect peace to all 😌

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