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Someone told me that Naphthalene (moth balls} can be used safely to keep seeds fresh and that its not at all toxic to the bird eating the seeds.
Have heard conflicting reports on this.
Don't want to put my bird at risk.
Anyone have first hand knowledge of this?

I could jump five times my own height from a sitting position.

I could groom myself whenever I didn't want to talk to somebody, and no-one would be offended.

I could take off for several days at a time, and be greeted lovingly on my return, no explanation required.

I could sleep as much as I wanted, and complain when anyone tried to wake me up, without being resented.

I could close in for a hug whenever I liked, but could also pull away from a hug when I wasn't in the mood, and both reactions would be accepted without question.

I could turn my nose up at the meal that had been prepared for me, and if I was spoiled enough, another option would instantly be offered.

I could share myself out between several owners*, taking my time to decide which offered the best options. (*Cats don't have owners, they have staff.)

I could demand attention, and get it, whenever I wanted.

Nobody would expect me to do a thing around the house, or even be good-natured. They would still love me, feed me and look after me.

I was born into the wrong species. Does anyone know where I can put in for a transfer?

Is This Possible?

A redtail hawk was raised by a bald eagle pair along with 3 of their own eaglet chicks.
Indeed, originally there were 2 redtail chicks in that nest, but one did not survive.
It became the talk of the town and much wider.

A raptor expert was brought in to battle through the many theories as to how 2 redtail chicks
could have gotten into a bald eagle nest. It turns out, that similar circumstances have
actually been documented 3 times prior to this.

The eagles raised their own and the redtail chick to fledge from the nest and the redtail was quite healthy.
The mayor even announced a day in the town for the bald eagle redtail chick, who is actually male and
retained some eagle behavior.

I hope you enjoy the video;

So, my neighbor asks me to come along with her, for winter to summer tire change. It's a Maine climate, and woman with knuckle dragging mechanic sort of thing. Now, this lady, also Mom of our twins, for whom I bought the home next door when we split up, (how's that for scummy virtue signalling?), began her nursing career as a diploma RN. Three years of intensive work/training, no academic degree, but life in the student dorm connected to the horsepital, where you could be called in at any time to help out and learn. No more such programs, all now lead to parchment, and almost no practical knowledge. But these ladies (no men) all taught us how really to get to know and to care for patients. First try emergent IV access, when even the surgeons can't get in. Nuff said.
So after years as a triage RN in casualty, she completes training as a nurse practitioner. Point is, she's tough, and tolerates fools like me, but few others. We could never be an item again, but are pals, and loving coparents. Mutual support, based on life skills, is the message
So why would she feel she need's me along for something as 'routine' as a tire rotation? During the act, I'm out sniffing with Bravo. He the grass, me the dames. She calls us back in to the garage. Seems like the tech suggests the need for addition of a 50 USD rim part, which corrosion made necessary. Car with close to 300K Km. Silly issue. Mean Tire Pressure Sensor valve--oh yeah, it's too hard to just look at the tire to see if air is needed. New cars. I inspect the part, and the rim, and agree. But I digress.
So, they finish the job, and on driving away, super nursie notices an idiot light on, signaling a faulty MTPS valve. The same rim onto which the aftermarket part was installed. She proudly returns into the fray, telling me that she can handle it without us. But they try to shuck 'n jive her, Obama/Biden style, claiming these things "always tend to work themselves out by just a little driving". They can, but rarely do. She tries to differ, but finally gets me for backup. Bravo and I enter (do 50+ Kg ears back GSD's ever help in such things?), and I sense the dynamic. Three gruff men onto one pretty petite girl. So I lecture these three grease monkey unshaven arseholes about the differences betweem OEM and aftermarket replacement parts, how removing the rim and tire, and repositioning the valve stem, then resetting the idiot light with the port connecterd computed monitor---usually works. And I threaten to call the manager. And corporate. They all back down, do as I suggest, and problem solved.
Any ladies ever been there? Any real men out there? Did I just make all this up?

I tried very hard not to condemn people for their beliefs, and if I think they're bonkers but will try to keep my thoughts to myself . But today took my breath away.
Watching a programme this morning with a discussion between a farmer, his wife and a vegan. The farmer had posted a nice picture of his cow on a social media site with her calf triplets, apparently quite a rarity. All was well for 24 hours, then a group of vegans started trolling. This mornings discussion left me speechless with the vegan saying that farmers were committing rape on their cows when having them artificially inseminated, why because the cows had not given their permission.

There is a creature that lives forever, and has been floating around the oceans for over 66 million years. It is called, the Hydrozoan Turritopsis Dornii. It can reverse its life cycle and is dubbed the immortal jellyfish.

(by request)

Here the senior cat wishes me to know the kitchen food bowl has strangely gone empty. The junior cat was going to tell me too, but the older one beat him too it.



Ever since I got out of the hospital this has been his behavior every night when I go to sleep. He never used to sleep in that spot. I think he is checking to see if I am hypoglycemic by sniffing for the acetone that would come out of my skin pores if I was. There is a group that trains 'sensor dogs' to bark incessantly if their owner has a low blood sugar level while sleeping. Hopefully the owner wakes up, or someone comes. My assigned visiting Nurse says I seem to have a 'sensor cat' who cares. Twice now he has awakened me in the middle of the night by slapping my face or gently biting my nose when my blood sugar dropped (well) below 40.

This is a re-enactment of course because normally the lights are off and I don't normally wear pajamas. :)

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........

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