A Walk in the Woods!

 

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Many companies advertise about how good natural products are for the mind, body and soul. If this is true, then the closer you get to nature the better. So, take a walk in the woods and listen to the sounds. It’s free.

A Picture of a Murder of Crows at a Condo!

Yep, here is a picture of a murder at a condo in Gatlinburg Tn. You see, a group of crows can be called a murder of crows!

A Black Vulture is at our back door?

I am not sure why this lone Black Vulture came to our back door. He did not knock, but did stay for a while. Our cats just watched in amazement and I think he must have smelled the cat's food.http://www.oldfieldart.blogspot.com/

A visit from a Tennessee Owl!

Yesterday, I looked out of the front window and in a tree was an owl looking back at me. It was a Barred Owl and I was lucky to get a nice photo. He was about 20" tall and had cold dark eyes. I checked the bird field guide and Barred Owl's are fairly common in Tennessee. Interestingly its call is "who cooks for you, who cooks for you all.". I think it's a southerner because I heard it call "who cooks for ya'll.

Great Blue Heron takes 2nd job!

The economy has gotten so bad a Great Blue Heron takes a job as a Stork.

Woman finds bear pooh under bed!!

It all started on one fall day when Callie, 4 years old, noticed that her 1 ½ year old sister had a poo diaper. Now Callie had watched her mother change diapers before and decided that she could also change diapers, but better. She quickly and secretly took Sarah to her room, found a new diaper and started the poo change process. As she removed the poo diaper, she apparently discovered that there were no wipes around. Now what do you think a 4 year old will do in this situation? Very simple, find the nearest object around and start wiping. After Callie completed the good deed, a new problem surfaced: What to do with the evidence? There's a very obvious solution, toss everything under the bed and no one will ever know. The next day a bad, bad, bad smell came from Callie's room. Karen my wife and their mother, made a complete search of Callie's room to determine where the smell was coming from. Finally the discovery, it appears that pooh bear was used to clean up Sarah and was tossed under the bed. Now that's how a woman found bear pooh under the bed!

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Will the Post Office Deliver Crayon Mail!? Part-1 &2

It all started one fall day while coming home from work. As I started to open the front door of our home, I would find 4 or 5, folded sheets of paper out on the steps. I wondered who was trashing the front porch. I found out that Sarah, 4 at the time would scribble a stamp, an address, fold the paper in half and toss it out on to the front porch for the mailman to pick up. It was written in green, red or blue crayon and normally had a heart inside. Sarah believed that if she tossed her mail out of the front door, the mailman would pick it up. Wouldn't it be great to scribble a crayon stamp on a letter and toss it out and the mailman picks it up? Well, Sarah seems to think so from watching us do the mail, however she didn't completely understand the concept. I enjoyed coming home finding Sarah's, crayon mail on the porch. It was very cute and sweet but hard to read.

Will the Post Office Deliver Crayon Mail!? Part 2

For about a week, I kept finding crayon mail at the front door. I decided to show Sarah how to mail a letter. I went through a simple process and pointed to the mail box up the drive as the place you put the mail for the mailman to pick up. She listened as intently as a 4 year old could. The next day was Saturday and I decided to go to the gym and workout, leaving Sarah, her older sister Callie, and Karen my wife at home. As I drove up the drive, I could see a little, red headed girl, with a white, folded piece of paper in her hand and she was headed to the mailbox across the road. It was Sarah. Ahhhhhh! Imagine, your 4 year old is about to cross the street by themselves. I became frantic, visualizing in my mind what could happen. I zoomed up the drive as fast as I could in hopes of getting there before she crossed. I was blessed and I made it. I screamed out loudly, "STOP". Sarah stopped before crossing and I pulled up next to her. She looked up with big eyes, and a tear starting to form. I asked "What Are You Doing!" She said "I am mailing my letters like you showed me."