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...So, we must have a dozen species here at the Vierk mansions. I"ve seen these sorts before, and unlike the larger beasties, what makes them so small are the short legs, VERY short. So more empathic, a little guy couldn't be. But I digress. Well, she was in the sink, among dishes, and looked a lot like an odd piece of goopy dark chocolate cake. The kind I routinely stuff my, hmmmm, was it, the pie hole, with? But, when I looked closer, she moved, trying to escape. To the extent possible, I try my best to rescue all critters, as with our good friends, the spiders, and I then place them outside. Once I stopped the car with the family on board, to place an enormous snapper, which seemed confused on a country road, back into an adjacent pond. Trust me, with those formidable scratching limb nails, and that long neck and beak, there is only one safe sweet spot on the shell to grab onto. Well, back to topic. Usually I try to catch the larger spiders, by gently picking them up with soft brand name tissue, (anathema to Bernie), and to then shake them outside. Of course they probably all sneak back in, but there you have it. I've noticed that sometimes, these smaller ones seem to get squeezed too much with grease monkey/guitar player hands. So this morning, feeling inspired, I tried to catch her with a deep spoon. and I did, thinking all the easier to flick her away into her jungle, our garden. But these suckers have all sorts of survival tricks, and one is the sneaky spider jump. In her case, right out of the ladle, and into the, oy weh, drain. Tried in vain to get her back in, as during helo rescues, in another life. But no, she was gone, and the design of the drain rim stop was such, that even a little spider man couldn't climb out. Not the end of the world, at least my world. But I felt bad.

...all that different?....Sure, physical appearance differs, as does propensity toward various health issues. But behaviors? Over the years, my dogs, mostly all Golden Retrievers, all rescues from families in tough times, have been wonderful and intelligent companions. Really sucks that they only live 8 to 15 human years. But I
digress. Breeding by traditional selection, soon to be 'aided' by genomic modifications, does yield different traits. The Hounds seem to track at scent better, and the Chihuahuas are champions at at biting ankles, and tearing up sofas. But we hear all the talk of the exceptional intelligence and loyalty of the GSD, and while our beloved Bravo is smart enough, I'm not really sure he's so much more bright than any of our Goldens. Hard to talk much along these lines with such small sample sizes. But balancing this is the constant ability to watch for things over long periods of time. In our Bravo's case, he is protective and watchful, loves to watch TV---especially animal shows, is a good tracker, learns "tricks" easily---just taught him to roll over and to howl/sing, a hoot to watch.Yet he is aloof at times, still retains some traces of doggie and odor distraction syndrome (a distant cousin of certain Trump syndromes), and loves everyone, except men with hats. Lots more to ponder, and it's all healthful and fun. WOOF WOOF!

The beginning and misadventures of a dog named Wall-E.

....Miss Angel, one of a neighbor's cats, is 17 YO, and is fading. The vets think she had an occult cancer over the past half year, and she was down to under 5 pounds. But still eating, purring, playful, and feisty, as Maine Coons can be. Excellent huntress, she brought in a bedazzled little chipmunk not too long ago, even in her poor state. One of the girls got her to drop it and it ran. But she too quickly? gained about 2 pounds on some antidepressant the vets gave to calm her and to stimulate her appetite. The weight gain seems to have placed her into heart failure, and her breathing is compromised. Other medicine is helping, but her time is short. So I'm working next door and watching her, while her mistress, a nurse practitioner, is working. Our Bravo has a few more years, but he'll face this soon enough, as do we all. I hate it, but these animals all have fun long lives. This is sad, but has to be better than some political rant.

Well, perhaps that's not the very best title for a blog on a dating site.
Or is it.

Nonetheless, this is a live CAM feed of 1 or 2 beautiful young chicks... and their mom.

Well, to explain better, it is a live view of an eagle's nest high in a tree in Duke's Farm in Bridgewater, NJ, USA.
Mom (as I type this) is currently in the nest on top of her 1 to 2 tiny new hatchlings,
keeping them warm and safe from being blown out of the nest, as it has been cold & windy lately
here in NJ.

So, click on the play arrow and see what's happening right now.
I did think I saw 2 cute hatchling eaglets for a bit last night, but either one
got blown out of the nest, or the other was still an egg.
I'm sure that at some point today dad will be back to the nest with some food,
perhaps fresh caught fish and mom will
feed the chick(s) sashimi and you're invited to watch.
If all goes well, you can check back from time to time and watch the youngsters grow up and eventually fledge from the nest live.

Note - after the initial play quickly expires, click on the live play arrow at the bottom left.

Lets go to the video

The last time I saw Leonardo, he was aging gracefully. His once
dark hair had turned to silver, and his countenance was quiet
and refined. His home was on a quiet block, but one that I
happened to walk down daily on my way to school. I very often
would see him sitting in his favorite chair by the window,
staring out as if to take in all he sees. And yet when you looked
in his eyes, they carried the wisdom of a thousand years,
perhaps a thousand lives.
It was an odd circumstance by which I happened to meet
Leonardo in my younger days. I was at our local train station
waiting to meet my aunt Olivia who was arriving shortly. It was
a favorable chance of fate that Leonardo would be there at that
precise moment. He was wearing his traditional travel attire, THERE is more tell me --& I`ll post more........

Hope everyone has a weekend to remember.

This is a first for me. Blogging from the bathtub. My apologies for not taking pics of the event.

I'm already regretting this decision and see it as foolish, and so does my justifiably aquaphobic phone.

I think I quit smoking but still feel the urge. For this reason, I wrote "trying to quit" in my profile. "I reserve the right to kill myself via smoke inhalation" is maybe how it should read.

One of the benefits is that my singing voice has improved. This may yield higher mileage on a dating site where the talent competition between writers, photographers, and cut-and-paste dullards is getting fierce!

Here's my submission to the CS Idol judges who will undoubtedly believe that Tony Bennet is in the room.

Step away from the gong, please!

You may (or may not) remember Fritz the cat.
But, this is about Max the cat.
Max is the cuddly affectionate cat of a couple in Highland Park, California.
However, apparently there's whole other side of Max.

A couple of nights ago, Max was outside surrounded and attacked by 3 coyotes in his own yard.
It didn't faze Max. He fought them off successfully without much of a problem.
The coyote seemed quite a bit more nervous about the attack than Max did.
Nonetheless, Max's owners will build an outdoor enclosed area to enable Max to
wander his old stomping ground without the possibility of being attacked by coyote again.
However, perhaps it's the coyote, that actually might benefit from Max's enclosure the most .