The other day I was in the kitchen looking out the window and saw approximately thirty Canada Geese standing on the lake road below our home. I love that.
Anyway, my humble homesteader of a husband, bj, doesn't.
My husband spied the flock of geese and the conversation quickly turned ugly in regards to my husband's desire to "thin out the herd" so to speak.
Which translates to goose hunting.
Seeing the geese brought back a lovely memory of a dear, sweet African Goose I named, "Buddy".
He was a stray obviously from a neighboring farm and he at some point was "adopted" by a small family of Canada Geese. I longed to make Buddy a part of our little homestead but apparently he had been with this family for some time and to him that was where he belonged.
I watched as Buddy would babysit the goslings as the parents went about their business picking nutritious grasses and weeds around our pond. The little babies would "plop" down in the grass and preen themselves as Buddy looked on. He loved his little adopted family.
He assisted in raising two families from that pair of geese in the time that I knew him.
Well, it wasn't long before I was enamored with Buddy.
Anything that loves like that is aces in my book and my heart soon belonged to Buddy.
I would feed him cracked corn from an old metal coffee can that we keep in the feed box on our screened porch and he and his lil' family would make their way up the lake road to eat. Of course his love of cracked corn was accompanied by a series of extremely loud and excited "honks".
Okay, so it was more like, "HONK!", "HONK!", "HONK!"...*giggle*
He eventually would come up to me and eat from my hand while his little family ate at a safer distance.
Well needless to say, not everyone around me shared in my love of Buddy.
My neighbors strongly disliked the noise and so did my husband.
It wasn't long before one day I heard gunshot down by the lake. Our neighbor had hired a hunter to come and take care of the ever rising Canada Goose population.
Sadly, Buddy was one of 'em.
He was gone.
So, the conversation the other day brought to surface those memories of sweet Buddy and it also prompted me to look up a photo I had taken of Buddy with his little adopted family on our pond one rainy Spring day.
And I thought I'd share it with you.
I appropriately titled the photo..."Love Wins".
"Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door."
It is a horrid thought to think that this very moment there are people starving.
I know, I know, right now you're thinking, "whoa tj, let's ease into this a lil' bit", but how does one ease into the thought of others, whether it be man or beast, simply perishing due to lack of food I ask you?
Think about it...
Right now, there is someone, make that more than one - make that tens of thousands,
m-i-l-l-i-o-n-s, of people, starving.
For instance, did you know that every 3.6 seconds someone in our world dies of hunger?
It literally breaks the heart and boggles the mind doesn't it?
There's something we can do about it. Yes there is.
And you wanna know what? You don't have to leave your chair, your home, change out of your pajamas or any of that nonsense.
And one more thing. It's free.
It's a website called, "Free Rice" and all you have to do is click on the highlighted words or the banner over there to start. You will see on the website that you can choose from a myriad of subjects such as English Vocabulary (my personal fav'), or there's Geography (I so struggled with that in school), and then there's Math, Chemistry and a choice of others as well. And what is so great about this is that for each answer you get correct they donate 10 grains of rice thru the World Food Programme to help end hunger.
Not only are you blowing cobwebs out of the ol' brain bucket but you're helping to feed someone too. It's a win-win.
And since we're on the subject of hunger and feeding, you didn't think I'd go off and forget our furry friends did you? They're people too, am I right? You know.
As you also know our nation's animal shelters are over populated with homeless dogs and cats. Annually our nation's animal shelters take in approx. 6 - 8 million dogs and cats.
Yes, 6 - 8 m-i-l-l-i-o-n. Out of that 6 - 8 million that enter the animal shelters annually over half are euthanized. That is 3 - 4 m-i-l-l-i-o-n dogs and cats put to death in one year. The statistics are simply staggering. And sickening. And just plain sad.
Well, out of those m-i-l-l-i-o-n-s of homeless cats and dogs you know there is hunger and there are two websites working along the same concept as the one I mentioned above only they help to feed hungry dogs and cats in Animal Shelters. This is the brainchild of an 11 year old girl, Mimi Ausland, from Bend, Oregon who launched "Free Kibble" to help feed the hungry dogs and cats at her local Animal Shelter. This was back in 2008, now Free Kibble feeds thousands of dogs and cats in shelters, rescues and thru food-banks across this wonderful country of ours everyday.
Once again, you don't need to leave your chair, your home or change out of your pajamas because all you need to do is visit "Free Kibble", click the highlighted words or the banner up there to start, answer the question you see there and whether your answer is right or wrong they still donate 10 pieces of kibble to help feed hungry dogs.
Now to feed the hungry felines you can either click the highlighted "Free Kibble Kat" words (you just passed 'em), or you can just click on the banner located to your left here and you're good to go.
I've even signed up for their daily email reminders so I don't forget to go and spread some love. And kibble.
So see? There's so much good you can do without even leaving the comfort of your own home.
Or your pajamas. *smile*
Thank you for listening and helping and as always, thank you for stopping by to visit!
I appreciate it a m-i-l-l-i-o-n times over. *wink*
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. -Robert Frost
Well, whatever you got goin' on I hope you all are well.
Here at our humble lil' homestead I've kinda dipped my toes into the world of paper mache. On a very small scale mind you but I thought I'd share it with you 'cause, well, that's how I roll.
She's a bit wonky and I didn't realize until I was photographing her that my printer jumped while printing her banner so it double scripted the type. I don't know why I didn't see that last night. Maybe it had to do with "Poot" our little cat, assisting me in the final details. Somehow between all the, "Poot, no.", "Poot, get down from there.", "Poot, don't eat that."...it got by me. *sigh*
And judging from her beak I think she looks like she just finished a hot dog with loads of mustard. So a little tweaking in that department duly noted.
And I was going for the look of old Ironstone. You know, with all the crazing, aging and crackling and I don't feel I've quite reached that goal. And I think more details are in order as far as possibly feathering. Oh, and more details with the eyes.
So anyway, enough of my critiquing 'cause this could go on and on...
Here she is:
Now it's time to get a little groove on, you think?
We are snowless. We had a light dusting back in December and that has been it.
And with the exception of a couple of flakes, that being my husband and I, we got...nothing.
Last year around this time it was a winter wonderland here. Oh, the beauty.
Don't be hatin', 'cause, well truth be told, I love Winter. *now ducking*giggle*
I love how the season forces one to slow down, cuddle up and live in the moment.
No Garden screaming, "Weed me!", or the Lawn chanting, "Mow!, Mow!, Mow!", or flowers bending their sweet heads my way politely requesting in their lil' British accents, "Excuse me Mum, we need mulch over here, please and thank you."