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A couple of weeks ago, I took a walk in nature near Princeton
and saw a redtail hawk soaring over the lake.
So, I walked across a bridge to get to the other side of the lake,
where the bird had perched high in a spruce tree.
But, by the time I crossed the bridge, the hawk was airborne again.
I did get a photo of the bird soaring from a great distance and eventually
found him perched in another tree. However, I was never able to get close enough
to get great photos.

Nonetheless, along the way to that second tree, I discovered a "doe, a deer, a female deer" resting on the ground below some shrubbery. It was a hot day and she was
peacefully cozy in the shade. Although I don't believe I ever met her before, she was very patient with me, allowing me to get within 20 feet of her without her exhibiting any fear. I figured the high heat & humidity that day probably contributed to her lethargy.

Thus, I took a couple of shots with the camera and thanked her with a whisper and walked uphill
to where the hawk was perched. The bird did not allow me to get close and flew.
Thus, I proceeded to explore and heard some other unfamiliar bird call.
I never found that bird. However, I ended somewhat behind where the doe was.
As I walked through an opening, I saw the doe standing up looking at me.
She was initially much more aware on my presence, than I was of her.
But, she stood there facing me and not running away.
So, I whispered; "sorry. sorry. My bad." and I walked backwards through the opening
and circled below to my right to look out on the lake.

Almost immediately, the doe walked towards me and walked into the edge of a little
wooded area that had a lot of ivy and other growth. I just stood there taking pictures
and she kept walking closer to me. At one point she was less than 10 feet from me.
Eventually, I whispered a thank you again and walked away.

Here's some of the pictures from that encounter that day.
Perhaps you'll enjoy them.

We've been experiencing a heat wave for several days now.
It's too hot for us humans. Imagine how it feels with a thick layer of fur.
The following scene occurred in the state of Virginia 2 days ago.

"Hey kids, why don't you go cool off in the pool I bought you."

"There's no room mom." "Huh ?"

"Take a look"

....to put defective huperson criminals, VERY criminal, to sleep, as we do with hopeless cases in other lower animals. As with the latter, using medications, humanely.
Not familiar with the case, except that he was found guilty of cruelly murdering a little girl and her ? Mom, back in the 90's. Something about White supremacy.
The PHUCKING 90's ! Humanely! Puleeze!
The cost of stays on death row, including appeals, etc, can easily come to 100 large yearly. While innocent families suffer awaiting justice.
I'm for more timely justice. And Old Sparky would be my choice for these hupersons, who have voluntarily given up their right to go on belonging to the species. Anyone else?
May the many other similar acts of justice happen forthwith. Buzz buzz buzz. Twitch twitch twitch. Sparkle and pop.

Dream Worlds

Evil, sharp, little teeth resembling baby alligators' grinned as the three dogs

entered their dream worlds. As they slept their eyelids twitched with the white

orbs rolling round and their padded feet waved in the air as if playing ping-

pong. These Scottish terriers hunted even in their dreams. Extinct animals

were a favourite prey as well as beasts from mythology. No wonder they

woke up their human mother with such loud grunts, growls, groans, howls

and even barks escaping their floppy lips.

Daisy Netallworth, felt like any worried mum, who hears their child in the

night, only she heard all three of her ‘boys’ and so decided to listen in and then

test if they were secretly awake by pulling faces at them. First was her cat-

face, consisting of a slow smile and half-closed eyes. Next, she pulled a frog-

face, her large eyes now goggling from side-to-side with her tongue flicking in

and out. Then came the real tester, her fox-face, this one sent them bonkers

usually, but today they still slumbered. Several attempts at twitching her nose

high, showing off her teeth and flicking back imaginary whiskers made not the

slightest difference: the three terriers were limp and heavy, dead-weights, in

fact, and with smiling expressions and closed shut eyes, they “innocently”

slept on.

‘Hey, you three!’ hissed the poor woman desperate to get to sleep but they

were in another world.

Behind their closed lids, millions of images flickered away like a silent

movie. This was no normal sleep, all three were actually at the ‘mental flicks'.

Within their memories they had stored rolls of creature pictures that they

enjoyed in the privacy of the mind's eye. This is a secret place we all have

inside us where we can retreat to, experiencing wild and wonderful things

through the power of our imagination. Hence, we humans are often puzzled

over a dog's ability to snore for a whole week; yet is it any surprise when they

are not simply lying there but are off in far away places?

Henry, top hunter, nicknamed the General, often took a dream-week in

Wales with the dragons of old. He would snack on the charred remains of their

prey similar to his mum’s barbeques. Angus (better known as Fangz) was

smaller but no less a 'butcher', and dreamt of stalking the dreaded minotaur.

This half man-half bull would be half dead once Fangz got a grip. Lastly,

Dudley, the West Highland White Terrier, fantasized the most. Yet Dudley

only ever thought of one thing -'babes'. As for hunting, it left him too untidy to

get a girl. It followed, therefore, that whatever these three dreamt about,

dreamtime was a noisy affair.


(This is an extract from a series of children's books I have written based on my terrifying terriers who got me banned from every park in London: enjoy!

I am up to talk here, a constructive conversation, were we both feel satisfied and wholesome ...!


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When a 1-year-old hunting dog named Orange fell 81 feet into a shaft in the Lihue-Koloa Forest Reserve on Kauai, it was a state botanist who came to his rescue.Thursday morning, botanist Adam Williams, a certified arborist with the state Division of Forestry and Wildlife, rappelled into the shaft to successfully rescue the Catahoula mix, who had been stuck in the pit since Saturday.

At the ex's next door, we just lost two terrific cats, at ages 16/17 years. Miss Angel coon cat, huntress, par excellence, even from her death pillow. And tabby Miss Lilly, 10 Kg community ambassador, from the girls' front porch. Comes to all, ( usually), when called by her name. (well, she was a cat, after all.) Lives well led and admired. Now there's Sir Bravo, never far from his wolf like roots, doggie kiss giver to the world, smile maker for all passers by, totally useless watch dog and 50Kg kibble munching never protector. They only live at most a fifth of Honest Abe's four score and ten years. Truly sucks. Sucks even thinking about it.