Bob Anderson

Has it been 2 year since Bob Anderson left us to soar with the thermals and those eagle gone to the great beyond.  In case you don't know who he is:  He was the man behind Raptor Resource Program who gave us the Decorah Eagles nest cams.  He also was big on getting the  Peregrine Falcons back into the numbers enough to keep them around for a long time.  He never seemed to sleep and even had a cam of the birds in his back yard. I am sure he is looking down  on the latest 3 and thinking all is good and knowing that he gave us a look into nature that we may never have had.  Thank you Bob for all you did to save these magnificent raptors that you loved so much. 

RIP Sweet Julius

http://www.marylandzoo.org/2017/07/heavy-hearts-maryland-zoo-says-goodbye-julius/

Since the watch of Tajari's impending birth and afterwards there have been many baby giraffe's born.  However Julius had difficulties from birth just a month ago. Every thing was tried to save him but alas nature sucks today and he is gone.  RIP Julius, we loved you for the short time you were with us.

The Left is at it Again

https://townhall.com/columnists/michaelbrown/2017/07/13/untitled-n2354545?utm_campaign=socialflow_townhall&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=social

I have two female cats.  One is named Bucky Crookshanks after Bucky Cat in the Get Fuzzy Cartoon and Crookshanks is the name of Hermione's cat in Harry Potter.  One is named Groucho Marx because she has the Groucho mustache.  Bucky is a long haired black cat with a bit of white.  Groucho is a tuxedo cat.

So I have probably misgendered them according to the article. No I did not ask them if they wanted to be spayed, they were the product of stray females who had litters and I did not want to deal with them going into heat and all that goes with that, knowing they were never going to have kittens.  I did not ask them what they wanted to be named either.  When I want them both to come with me to the basement if we have a bad storm, I often say come on girls and they come.  They don't look at me and say why do you call me girl.  They pee like a girl and their DNA is a girl, so therefore, they are girls.  I can't change that.  God make them girl kitties and I am not about to go against what He made.  Those of you who know me know my girls are my children and they are spoiled; but to think they get a say in what happens to them is not gonna happen.  They could care less.  As long as they have food, water, a clean litter box and a lap to sit on and toys to play with and they live inside 24/7 well they don't care. 

Like so much crap the left spews today this is another person who needs some serious help. No wonder the country is in  the mess we are today.  

Edible Eagles

Before PETA comes swooping in these are eagle cookies and they are just too cute. I would have a hard time eating them because of their cuteness.  I am sure if I tried to make them it would be a Pinterest fail, but they would be cute to make.

http://noblepig.com/2010/07/edible-eagles-for-the-4th-of-july/

Bye Bye CFA

Those of you who know me know that I love me some Chick Fil A. I waited years to get one close to my house and now I live in between 2 of them.  But sadly they have caused me to re-think whether I eat there anymore.  First they got rid of the cole slaw and replaced it with a kale salad. Seriously who eats that crap?  We live in the midwest, we eat cole slaw, we don't eat kale, that stuff is nasty.  Now I see today you are getting rid of my Chicken Salad Sandwich, you have gone toooooo far now.  That is the only thing i eat there, the meal with the sandwich, waffle fries and lemonade.  Why do you need to do this, are you catering to some coastal peeps who don't like eating comfort food?  Do you think this will make your die-hard customers happy?  I can't even think about this because it is so wrong.


https://thechickenwire.chick-fil-a.com/Food/Recipe-Chick-fil-A-Chicken-Salad?utm_campaign=chicken_salad_recipe&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=paid-social&utm_content=mox_facebook_post_063017

I"m Not Leaving

The next morning D27 hopped around to a few branches and flew back to the nest.  She appears to not be leaving ever.  Maybe she figures as long as she stays mom or dad will bring her food and she will always be taken care of.  It does not work that way come time this Fall to start working on the nest for next Spring, she will be chased off.  In her own eagle time she will Fledge but until then we can watch her antics and squueeee for food.

She did fledge later this afternoon. Guess she decided her siblings were having too much fun and mom/dad told her to get packing.  So now the empty nest syndrome sets in until next February when we have a new batch of eggs.

Fly high and soar the thermals 26, 27, and 28. May you live a long eagle life.

Eagle OverBoard

This evening d27 was playing in the nest, practicing hovering and oops went overboard.  Those pesky crib rails are gone and there is not much to keep from going over the edge of the nest.  About 1:40 on the video you can see her go over.  Boots on the ground found her in the nest tree several feet below on a branch.  She is ok, but needs to get flying to get back to the nest.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7dBJzGRcFc

2 Fledged, 1 To Go

D28 fledged this morning.  That leaves D27 left.  They say males fledge first, so is 27 a female?  Be safe D's and soar high. 

First Fledge and New Camera

It is that sad time of year when the eagles are beginning to branch, hover and actually fledge.  D26 fledged today. Congratulations.  Also there is a new camera at the hatchery that we can watch them fish and learn more life lessons.  It is almost time to say goodbye to D26,27,28 and wish them safe soaring and riding the thermals.  We will miss you.

BTW Taj turned 2 months old yesterday.

WWKIP

Today is World Wide Knit in Public Day.  Besides knitting at the WW1 museum for Mrs Wilson's Knitting Circle the Fiber Follies knit group at the Irish Center had Reuben sandwiches with horseradish (boy were they yummy) and knit at Browne's Irish Market. We now have a sign and embroidered shirts to take when we go somewhere as a group.  It was a fun day knitting with friends.  I hope you knit somewhere in public today.

Mrs Wilson's Knitting Circle

Our lecture today was all about the jobs women had in WW1 from phone operator to nurses and doctors to the donut girls to working in the munitions plant to just about anything.
The women who worked in the munitions plant did have gloves to wear and there was no OSHA to protect them.  Because they used sulphur in the ammunition their hands turned yellow and when the children were born the babies were yellow, hence the canary babies.  Some of them made up to 12 pounds a week and many thought it was terrible a woman would make that much money. 
Many of the women went to work and left the oldest child in charge to mind the little children.  The women would work all day and then stand in line for food and gas that was rationed.  They then went home to prepare the food and take care of the children and the house because their husband was off to war.  With my allergy to sulphur I could not work in the munitions plant but I think i would have loved to be a donut girl. 
Women were thought to be the weaker sex and therefore needed to be protected, but yet they basically worked themselves to death working a job and taking care of the kids and house.  Definitely not a weaker sex.
Some of the women had pekinese dogs.  They used to groom them 3 times a day and weave the fur into the wool the soldiers wore.  When the men had sores the wool was too scratchy so the dog fur helped make it softer for them to wear.
Knitting was also a big part of what women did to make clothing items for the soldiers.  Even though women were thought to the weaker sex they played many a big role in helping out with the war.

50 Days Already

Has it been 50 days since Tajari was born already?  This is a great article and what a cutie he is.  He is already 6'6" tall and getting taller by the minute. I love it when he skips around, he is just so stinking cute. 

http://www.inquisitr.com/4267662/celebrating-50-days-of-tajiri-baby-giraffe-is-a-nod-to-his-dad-oliver-says-jordan-patch/

I Am No Longer Safe Even In My Own Home

As we progress into 2017, I want to thank you all for your educational Facebook posts over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.
I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can't sit down on a hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can't touch any woman's handbag for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public toilet.
I must send my special thanks for the email about rat poo in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO,now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
I can't have a drink in a bar because I fear I'll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.
I can't eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.
I can't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
Because of your concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer buy fuel without taking someone along to watch the car, so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.
I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.
And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow-up in my face, disfiguring me for life.
I no longer go to the cinema because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.
I no longer go to shopping centers because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me..
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore and Uzbekistan.
Thanks to you I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.
And thanks to your great advice I can't ever pick up a dime coin dropped in the car park because it was probably placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.
I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.
I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's beautician!
Oh, and by the way...
A German scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read Facebook posts with their hand on the mouse.
Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.
P. S. I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by a Facebook post that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.