Tuesday, January 9, 2018

The Valley Gets Some New Familes

Mouse was out one afternoon just being lazy. He wandered around the Valley just looking at the trees and meadow and stream and being amazed that all this was a safe place to live. Safe from Man, that is. Of course there were predators, and some invasive rats, but mostly the boundaries that Little “A” had set up as a preserve  protected them from Man.

As he passed a fallen log, a black and red shadow glided past and landed on the log. Mouse squeaked in alarm when the big bird said “Don’t be afraid! I am only a Pileated Woodpecker looking for a home. Can you help?”
Well of course the mouse recognized the big bird as a woodpecker, but not a kind he ever had seem before.

“I don’t know if I can help or not. What do you need? “
The woodpecker introduced himself as “Redtop” and told Mouse that his home had been destroyed by Men, and he had always admired the Valley when he flew over it. He asked if there was an Elders Council for making important decisions, and if so could Mouse take him to meet an Elder.
Mouse knew where Grandpa Tortoise was sunning himself and took Redtop to see him.

When they finally got the the clearing where the old tortoise had been napping, they found him awake.
“Who is your new Pileated friend, Mouse” asked Grandpa.
“His name is Redtop, Grandpa Tortoise, and he wants to talk to you.”
And so, Redtop told the old tortoise of his plight and before he got very far, Grandpa interrupted and said “This is a matter for the whole Council. Can you come back tomorrow morning to meet with us? We meet on the big hill that overlooks the stream. In the mean time you and your family are welcome to feed and roost in our forest,”

The next morning, all the Council was present: Grandpa Tortoise, Old Man Badger, the Great Owl with his tufted ears, and the very old and very large Old Oak Snake.

Redtop and his spouse Redtip had never been that close to such a big Snake and asked politely if they were safe. “Of course” replied Old Oak. “I only hunt invasive rats and other creatures bent on destroying our homes and children. You are perfectly safe and welcome. Now, tell us your problem.”

The woodpecker related how Humans had invaded his home vale that was not far away, cut down the trees, plowed up the ground and built big boxes for them to live in. “My spouse and I were taking care of our eggs when the tree came crashing down and we had to fly for our lives. Many other animals were killed by the machines and loud sticks the Men carried. I came here to ask if my spouse and I, and our child from last year, could settle here in your valley, if we could find a vacant tree.
With almost no deliberation, the Council all shouted “OF COURSE! And plans were made to find an unoccupied tree for the new family.

Later that day with the help of the woodpeckers who lived in the Valley,  Redtop, Redtip and young Woody searched the trees and found a perfect place to drill a nesting hole.
Later that year, many other animals found their way to the Valley from their destroyed home and all were made welcome. The Elders were very insistent on bringing in new families because, they taught, one of the strengths of the Valley was welcoming strangers and learning new things from them. New ideas and points of view were very important to the Elders. Why, look at Little “A” for example. Without his Very Important Love for the Valley and folks who lived there, none of this would have been possible.

The summer passed in peace, and fall arrived on a cool breeze. All the families were well underway for preparations for Winter.


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Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Winter in the Valley:A hard way to Learn a Lesson


Winter had come to the Valley, and it wasn’t an ordinary one either. Bitter cold and deep snow took their toll on many of the animals who were permanent residents. Some birds had gone South for the winter, but others were locked into a never-ending cycle of changing seasons without migration. Hard winters were tough on these hardy souls.
Meanwhile, while snow piled up on the surface, some life went on underground. Old man Badger was warm with his cardigans and blankets, and the many mouse families were snug in their nests of dry grass and fluff and stores of food carefully put away for cold weather.
Others were no so lucky.
While preparations for the winter were going on in the summer, none could anticipate the just how deep the freeze would penetrate, or how deep the snow would be. Familes who didn’t dig deep enough or store enough food were destined for tragedy.
One such family of tortoises was in trouble. They had recently arrived from further south and were unprepared for the onslaught of the winter. Old Man tortoise, a long time resident of the Valley, had warned them of the danger of not burrowing deep enough and not storing enough food, but they didn’t listen. Instead, they enjoyed the summer fruits and only reluctantly retreated into their shallow burrow in the fall. Now, they were freezing and starving. And no help in sight.
Meanwhile, young Mouse was wondering about his new tortoise friends. And worrying too. So he asked Mole to see if he could dig a tunnel to their burrow to check on them. Mole, being bored and needing exercise, was delighted to have a project and immediately began to dig. It wasn’t easy either. Frozen ground doesn’t yield readily, but Mole persisted. With Mouse helping remove the diggings and briging water to drink, Mole eventually broke through into the cold burrow of their friends. Mouse ran in and found his friends nearly dead from cold and hunger. While Mole enlarged the tunnel, Mouse carried food and water to the Tortoise family. Warm air from the tunnel began to warm the burrow, and soon the Tortoises were feeling better.
Later, with the tunnel much bigger, the Tortoises were able to move into deeper ground, and with the help of all the Valley folks were able to survive the Winter.
When Spring finally came, all the animals got together to celebrate the warmth and first shoots of green, and the Tortoise family thanked everyone for saving them. They pledged to work hard during the coming summer, to dig deep, and to help others whenever they could.


And they did.


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Friday, February 19, 2016

It May Not Help but it Couldn’t Hurt



Of late there has been a huge number of posts on Facebook urging people to hold on in the face of tough times because (paraphrases from many) “God has a plan for you”.
You know what? What is the plan for all the starving and dying children in the world, and yes, including American kids? And the plan for the millions of refugees displaced by war, living in poverty with no chance of ever getting out? And the 10s of millions of people dying from cancer and other treatable diseases because of inadequate or no medical care? And the – oh – I don’t know, the millions of humans being abused by someone or another, or being killed.

Tell me that your God has a plan. Convince me that this plan will do some good, because what I see is no god or gods doing anything. It is easy to believe in a loving god when you are not starving or being trafficked or killed. And I agree that many people who are starving or trafficked or killed go on believing that some God somewhere has a plan, and that things will get better, or, they will have eternity in Heaven, someplace undefined where they will praise, worship and sing to the god who didn’t give a crap for anyone during their lives.

Tell me that prayer to a god who isn’t there can possibly be answered? Tell me that a prayer to a god to help a pet in surgery will not let babies die of thirst and starvation. Tell me that any god worth a crap will help the world survive that coming crisis of overpopulation and global disaster. Tell me that any god cares enough to do some global good, not just help your Aunt Fannie get over her flu.


Well, I guess you can’t. But still you believe, and that is what I see is the real power of prayer. Not that someone will actually help, but that you will help yourself though perceived divine help. Go for it. Just don’t impose it on everybody else.  And go ahead and pray for me if you want to. As the Jewish Grandmother is fond of saying “It may not help but it couldn’t hurt.”

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Monday, February 15, 2016

Bitter Sweet - A Pet Passes


Not Millie, but close. She was a Catahoula, and all her pictures are on a dead computer.
As usual when we travel for business, Millie was boarded at her suite at the Cumberland Animal Clinic. We got the "call" from the vet this morning: Millie died on Sunday. Millie was an old dog, hurting from several aliments and sliding away slowly. We had already made the decision to end her discomfort, but were delaying, probably, because we didn't want to let her go. We missed the signs that she was ready, but she didn't.
Millie came to us as a 2 year old foundling, wandering along the roadside with puppies. The humane society placed the puppies and deemed her "unadoptable" because she was an adult with puppies. Bullshit we said and adopted her. She was a full member of the family from day one. No "breaking in" period. It was like we were destined to be her people. One might almost think "It is Written" and not be far off. So we went through 13 years of various episodes, some joyful and some not so much. She spent much time at her "vacation" home, Cumberland Animal Clinic, boarding with her other family. She loved to go there and would run to the door waiting to get in her air conditioned and heated run. And to be fussed over by her friends there. I know her passing is as painful to them as to us.
Of late, her arthritis and other aliments of old age severely reduced her movements, and some spinal problems contributed to incontinence. She slept most of the time. She slowed way down on eating. Our old vet, "Uncle Ivan" told us on the occasions of other of our friends reaching the end, "Don't worry, she will let you know when she is ready". And Uncle Ivan was right. She did and we missed it.
She will be cremated and sprinkled with "Smiley", her pal who bailed out a few years ago. We have kept Smiley on a shelf in the garage just for Millie. Now they will once again rest together. RIP guys, no humans deserve a more peaceful future more than you guys.

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Thursday, December 17, 2015

Remember the Oysterman and Shut your Mouth





I was in line in a Dollar General in Carrabelle, and ahead of me was a big fella, long hair, sunburned skin and lined before his time. A rough looking character with big arms and strong hands. He had some food items and was trying to get his credit card to work. The cashier finally offered to help him, and the line got longer by 2. She swiped it again, asked him something, fiddled with something, and the sale when through. As she was finishing up he turned to me and showed me the card: an EBT card. Food stamps. He said, paraphrased, “I was an oysterman and always made a living. Then the bay quit producing oysters and the government stepped in to help. I never wanted welfare, but I have to feed my family. All I want is honest work.”That last word was said with a quiet sob, and he had tears in his eyes.
I said something like hang in there friend. We have all been through bad times one way or another and we understand. Not the right thing to say probably, but that’s what came out. I wanted to give him a hug but didn’t.
Until Franklin county gets some economic development, and until and if, a really big if, the oyster industry comes back, this man and many others are going to be needing all of our help. I willingly pay taxes to support people like him and his family.
The oystermen and fishermen didn’t cause the problem. Greedy people in Georgia and Alabama did. Hogged the water the bay needs to stay alive.
The next time you see or hear someone going off on “welfare” remember the oysterman. And the millions like him. Pay your share and shut your mouth and just be glad you have work. Or income or something.

And if you ever got some help from the treacherous and evil government, thank whoever you thank that they were there for you.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Conservatives Lie Again: No Surprise There.

Yep, Conservative Men and Women Fooled Again by the RIGHT.

Now we know that the secret video showing Planned Parenthood people blithely discussing disposal of aborted fetal tissue was an edited fraud. And the photos of "aborted fetuses" were actually photos of miscarried babies unrelated to either abortion or Planned Parenthood. The people that put out the video ADMITTED IT WAS A FRAUD.
In other words: LIES.
Now come on Woody. Why would minions of right-wing conservative politicians and Christians make up stuff? Well, because they need an ISSUE, dummy. They need a "Chicken Little" issue to make the ignorant conservative base run around crying "the sky is falling - again." Did I say "again"? Yep. Remember how gay marriage was going to destroy straight marriage? (Never mind how many divorces there are, how many battered women there are, how many unmarried mothers there are.) Well, it didn't, and now a-days people don't much get excited about gay people getting married. Remember the "Obama is going to take your guns"? He didn't. Never was going to. But the NRA-sponsored issue machine whipped up the base again.
And now, since it is obvious that Obama isn't going to take your dammed guns or that gay marriage is going to ruin your perfect straight marriage, the Right Wingers need a new issue to whip up the base into running around in circles crying "The Sky is Falling"!!!
Enter the Planned Parenthood fiasco. Sure enough, the anti-abortion people fell on it with slobbering fangs, pushed it down everybody's throats and screamed "SEE!!! THEY KILL BABIES FOR PARTS!!!"
And you run around like morons.
You probably wont care that Planned Parenthood is the MAJOR supplier of women's health benefits for poor women: breast cancer screening, reproductive system screening for all kinds of issues, birth control counseling and supply (you know, so poor women wont need abortions?).
Very little of the PP activity is abortion related.
But the RIGHT must have an ISSUE. So they cob up another lie.
Boy, you conservatives are sure stupid sometimes. Some "Special Kind of Stupid".
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Ever See a Photo of a Shot Dead American Child?

Ok, here it comes. Right between the eyes. Look at the photos below:
 These are dead foreign children killed in war-related action. Their pictures were ALL OVER the foreign press. Not ours though.

Here are photos of dead AMERICAN CHILDREN:

They look dead to you? No? Thats because our media doesn't show the real results of shooting a child. Why not? You think that JUST MAYBE you would be more outraged if you saw the little guy on the left or the cute little girl on the right blown up by an bullet? You think you MIGHT get a little pissed off at the MORONS who want total access to guns and no accountability in their use and storage?
You are being MANAGED by the National Rifle Association and Billionaires in the Arms Industry.
But I guess you like it, 'cause you never raise a finger in protest. Until your kid gets killed. Then it it way too late. Sorry.

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