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Rain. Finally. Couple of days worth. It was so dry and dusty, for what felt like months - smoke and wildfire haze in the sky like clouds, sun was red. Even the moon was red. Kind of hellish. Since the rain, the air is so fresh - it’s like perfume. The birds are ecstatic.
 
I was riding my bicycle past an elementary school today during recess. One of the balls had gone over the fence and I retrieved it for some little boy who was happy to get t back. it was the smallest of things and yet such silly things make a person happy. Doing even the smallest thing for someone often brings such unlooked for joy, albeit fairly momentary.
 
Today we had a mass during thexschool day…the little guys may sing off key, but they are soooooo cute! I really wish I had considered teaching at a catholic school about 10 years ago…maybe my haircwouldn’t be so gray!
 
When introduced to the household, my son’s second rescue German Shepherd Harry was a cranky animal, and unfriendly to my son’s lovely old three-legged Kelpie, whose time was short. Harry was introduced into the family so their other German Shepherd Zigfreid wouldn’t be too lonely when the Kelpie’s time came.

Zigfried, a gentle animal, quietly defended the Kelpie until Harry learned his place. Love and care softened Harry’s behavior, but after a couple of years, my son discovered Hamish had been hiding leg bone cancer with part of the bone missing in a foreleg. He hid his pain and managed not to walk with a limp…but the x-ray horrified us all. The vet determined that Harry wouldn’t cope well with a missing foreleg if amputated.

My son and his wife worried for Zig, concerned that he would lose his second companion, withing a relatively short period. Therefore they checked the possibility of a German shepherd rescue puppy, but feared to bring him home in case Harry became aggressive with the newcomer.

What happened was very different. The pup was already several months old, after a cruel start to life, found abandoned and alone and sick at only a few weeks old.
After much debate (worrying also about the pup, who needed a good home quickly) they brought the puppy home.

Harry adopted the pup immediately, wouldn’t let him out of his sight, licked him clean when he ate, generally acting like a mother. This attentiveness was a strain on Harry in that his leg-pain increased suddenly to a degree that he had to be taken on his final visit to the vet.

My son and his wife, and all of us where overwhelmed by Harry’s unselfish and loving response to the pup, and though his attention to the pup, and following the around everywhere, not letting him out of his sight, hastened Harry’s end
This extraordinarily beautiful behavior softened the blow of loss, (a little) as Harry, having overcome his early aggressiveness, acted way above what anyone might expect of a dying dog.
 
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As you see, the pup wasn’t tiny, which made Harry’s devotion all the more moving.

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Bought my cats collars. Chloe’s has a bell. She was just killing too many birds - it was awful, getting little babies. Anyway, it’s instinct. I should have put a bell on her a long time ago. Surprisingly, they both love their collars - and they are very striking. Chloe’s is green, silver bell; Jack’s is maroon, no bell, with this great crisscross pattern (the threads of which he has ripped by rolling it on the cement - now a more ‘distressed’ style). The neighbor saw Jack and cries out “Aren’t you handsome!?” She is not his biggest fan as a rule. Jack just loved it. He is rising in neighborhood esteem.
 
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I got to sing in the Beatification choir for Father Stanley Rother’s Beatification Mass. It was so beautiful and moving (even though by the end I was tired)
 
I came across a cute article in a book that is about Catholicism, It goes "You’re So Catholic if … You bury a statue of St, Joseph upside down in your yard when selling your house… You know that a spiritual bouquet is not something you buy at the florist… You can name all of Ethel Kennedy’s kids… and so on I thought it was light hearted and I enjoyed reading all the 'If’s. God Bless
 
That’s a lovely thing to say, thank you.
I had to scroll through the posts to find why you might have said that to me, but I figure the painting.
Yes she was thrilled, said it was her first ‘real’ painting
and that it matched her colorful decor (which was intentional of course).

The Rainbow Lorikeets are delightful birds. They leap cross the sky, often in pairs with cheerful calls to each other. When supping on the nectar of flowers, they chat happily to each other, in pairs or in community.

One day I was feeling quite sad, and uncharacteristically, lay on the bed feeling very dejected…and then soon came the sweet chatter of a lone Rainbow Lorikeet outside my window in the bushes, no flowers for it to sup, and my heart immediately lifted.
I scraped some apple and took it outside, and it climbed down to sample the juice from my hand.
Then it flew a few houses down to a flowering eucalypt, rejoining it’s mate.

It is the only time in 20 years that a lorikeet has visited those bushes.
My heart holds it as a gift from God.

I rescued one once, lying in the road, having been struck by a car in danger of being crushed by car wheels
I picked it up, cupping it gently and speaking to it softly. Such a privilege to hold a bird in one’s hand. (I’ve nurtured a surprising number of injured birds I’ve found around the suburbs)

The beautiful little creature gradually revived…and any parrot can bite very hard if it chooses, but rescued birds usually know one means well,and I always stroke them and speak as gently as I can. It didn’t try to bite as its body become strong, and it struggle to fly away, it must only have been stunned. I released my hold, and it flew safely across the street into a tree. I watched it for a time, and it seemed fine.because the bird.
I find birds very uplifting. They touch something in the heart that isn’t easily put into words.
 
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A fallow field covered in radiation fog this morning - like a soft white cotton comforter on a green mattress! Beautiful!
 
Our school mass this morning, the 1st graders know nothing about rhythm, but everything about enthusiasm!
 
Three deer, a doe and her two yearlings, spent some time in the back yard today…eventually, they ambled into the front yard, and then to the woods across the street. Not all that unusual. What was unusual was the way my dog reacted…not a bark or whimper, just fascination…she stared at the woods for several minutes after they disappeared…
 
As I was blowing the leaves away (pesky leaves!) I noticed one totally black woolly worm and a small lone marigold blooming under the Maple tree… 🍂 the worm was NOT blooming…
 
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Bet he wasn’t pleased to be disturbed! Did he look like we are in for a mild or cold winter? (Extra whooly means extra cold!)
 
Stepping out on my front porch this fine fall morning with a coffee in one hand and my ipad in the other to peruse CAF!
 
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My old girl kitty sharing whatever warm blanket I have draped over my lap with me, whenever I’m sitting on our recliner. Happy moments to feel her soft purr radiating and vibrating through the blanket. 😍 ❤️

She’ll come and climb up on my lap and then stretch out across my lap and go to sleep. Then, we’re each keeping each other nice and cozy and warm.

She gets cold more easily these days, and all that she has to do is see some kind of a throw or a blanket on my lap, and then she’s right there.

She’ll be 20 in a few months, and she’s doing pretty well, although she’s a bit slower and a bit frail too now.
 
You’re an absolutely amazing artist, Trishie! ❤️

This is such a professional job. I would be honored, if I received a painting such as this. It’s really beautiful! 😍
 
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