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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
MY BIRD-FEEDING ADVENTURES…..
Living in Tennessee, I simply put up a bird-feeder and flocks of birds appeared, regardless of the season. Here in Oregon, it hasn’t been so easy.
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In fairness, my backyard is “sterile”.....it’s got grass, and that’s it. There’s no place for a bird to feel secure, and safety trumps bird-seed unless the bird is quite literally starving to death.
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So…...I hung my bird-feeders from the eaves, and then raided a humongous brush-pile on the way to Fred Meyer, and attached the branches to the rain-gutters in order to provide perching places right near the feeders. Nothing…....
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The branches were just bare ones, and I could see a Juniper tree in the yard across the alley - with birdies in it!! So, I pruned Laura’s Juniper tree and attached the resulting branches to the rain-gutters on the garage, about five feet from the feeders. Nothing….....
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I was now feeling distinctly inept….and Sophia was asking me why the birds weren’t coming to eat! That did it. I had to solve this problem or lose all credibility in the eyes of my granddaughter. What to do…......?
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Monday, February 08, 2010
WHAT CONSTITUTES A PERFECT AFTERNOON…..?
I must have had mine last week—Gail and Laura headed downtown to do some shopping, and to spruce up Leslie’s new office. Sophia came over for her regular “date” from 1:00 to 5:00 at Grandmama and Papa’s house. She and I did some imaginative play in the house….
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Then we went outside for a while….
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Sunday, February 07, 2010
CHRISTY OBIE-BARRETT—A REAL OREGON HERO!
Brian Obie, Eugene’s mayor in the late 1980s, says his precocious daughter, who had just one brother, planned on a big family from the time she was 5 or 6.
“I didn’t think she was serious,“ he says.
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She was serious…..
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Even before she married,
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she says she was clear about her goal. She wanted 12 children, some adopted….
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Web resources
- Arts & Letters Daily
- Ravi Zacharias
- Southern Adventist University
- The SAU Biology Deptartment - where I work with a bunch of very neat people.
- Venezuelan news—FROM Venezuela