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March 10, 2003 Herald Journal

Looking for true love at the bird feeder


Instead of a robin for spring, our bird feeder has been visited heavily by a large speckled hawk the past few months.

This thing is about 15 inches long and wiggles my shepherd's hook when it takes flight. It's huge.

He's been mopping up my song birds right and left ­ the ones who bother visiting my feeder in the first place, although two little chickadees have managed to avoid being an entree so far.

My neighbor, Sam, and I have been trying to come up with a way to kick out "Crusty," or so he was named.

I bought two fake inflatable owls (yes, they really sell these) to scare Crusty away.

The sound of our laughter would probably scare him away by itself, since we cracked a rib over the owls. It even says "money back guarantee" on the packages!

Before we pulled the fake owl idea off, Sam asked a relative of hers about hawks, since he actually raises them professionally.

Apparently, it's their breeding season right now, Sam told me.

"You mean Crusty is looking for a DATE?" I said, aghast.

She gave the affirmative. I was surprised he would come near city limits for a date, but then again a lot of bachelors do that.

We decided to hold off on the owl idea, which would scare everything else off too, and see if Crusty would find true love and then hi-tail it out of here.

Until then, here is a classified for Crusty:

Looking for suitable female. Must enjoy night life, hunting, and company of small animals. Object: fly-by-night romance. Possible long-term commitment.

Just one more day

"Sally Meyer copyright 1999"

The following is a prayer that was passed to me by a friend.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream, and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my fingers through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, those who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly.

And when I kiss you good night, I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.

It is then that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day . . .

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