do you have more of these in another color..

That I  have told more about my experience this past few days with what is going on with me, to folks that I have never met, trusted my feelings and my health situaton to people that I  have never touched and never actually had a physical cup of coffee with.

My neighbors all know and our close friends, but somehow it is not the power of prayer that is here on the blogs.....

Short of my minister there is not better place for me to come and ask for others to join in prayer and thoughts for my family or my life......and I know that your hearts would be outpouring to me and anyone else here that is in need...

What a grand bunch of  people, that in a crises will be here and in spirit to who ever is in need...

I am proud to know all of you...((((((hugs)))))))

Along with so many beautiful people here...one by one it has been such a  precious message to a person that did not expect anymore than a quiet prayer....it was like having a celebration of prayers and love outpoured to me and man I was not even really sick...just thought I was...and there you were just loving on me...

Christies*closet that was so kind of you...

I am taking this all in.....so  please don't think I am not seeing each thoughtful thing you all have done...

((((hugs)))) and blessings...

You have warmed my heart and held me close to you in prayer, what more could a person ask of her friends and those that have shown their care and  concern.

The dr. gave me a clean bill of health and actually told me not to eat so healthy, to cut back on lettuce and tomatoes and  raw food.

I also can no longer take naproxin, he said it was causing me to  have rectal bleeding that was my major concern.  Thought maybe I was having the beginnings of cancer. Sorry to be so graphic here, but if these helps someone else, that is more important. 

So there was nothing, no ployps, no other issues nothing that cannot be quicky resolved with a change in diet.....

I am healthy....thank you God and thank all of you for holding me up in prayers.

I am to increase my fish oil to 4 a day and eat fiber one on my breakfast food.

I have just received a clean bill of health and my issue that I was so concerned about, can be resolved easily by changing my diet and not taking one of my meds.

I was concerned about rectal cancer and cancer of the of the intestines...and there is nothing, not even one  plop. The  Dr. said for me to quit eating so healthy...lol.

I had for the last few months had a problem with bleeding that just did not get resolved and it is nothing...just a diet change...

This  has been heavy on my heart and mind for weeks and I needed to get a couple of other things resolved before I confronted it.

Not eating so much lettuce and tomatoes will solve most of the problem and quit taking naproxin entirely.

I saw all of the beautiful messages that have been left for me this afternoon, and I want you to know that God has blessed me with friends and with precious people here that showed how much they cared.

sending everyone (((hugs))) and blessings...

I am having coffee with Stan, look at my last post and see the pictures...

will check back later.

((((hugs)))) and blessings!

 STORY ABOUT A DEER *HUNTER*
 
  
 I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, Feed
 it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first
 step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they
 congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.
 
 I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The
 cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They
 were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up - 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education.
 
  The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand
 there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.
 
  The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT
 stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I
 could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance.
   That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no
 controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off
 my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I
 originally imagined. The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.
 
  At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted
 to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just
 let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die
 slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all
 between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back.
 
 
  Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head - almost like a pit bull.
 They bite HARD and it hurts.
 
  The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing up my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

   That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their
 back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their
 hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an
 animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get
 away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy. I screamed like woman and tried to turn and run.
 
 
  The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit
 you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil,
 because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the
 head and knocked me down. Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.
 
  I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.
 
 
  Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split
 open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op. I got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling "what happened"?
 
   I have never seen any law in the state of Kansas that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal. I swear...not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer". I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it. The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did. Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the hell out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something.

right now, one is in the feeder and not far off you can see the male watching out for her, in the evening you can hear their mournful cry and they talk to each other.  These birds along with other pairs of birds that I have watched this past couple of years have been facinating to me. 

In the heat of the day around 5pm at the church yard a robin visits the bird bath each day, the male will wait up in the trees while the female plops in the water, actually letting as much of her body down in the water as possible, it is beautiful to see her so relaxed and the male is up above her making sure she is safe, he only baths after she is completely done..

If I stay there long enough and I continue to be quiet a family of redbirds will show up, two males and a female and they protect her while she does much the same.

Until we retired and I did not have to be in the antique shop til nearly dark everyday, the opportunity to see this was never part of my  life, and I feel so blessed that this is something I get to experience.  Every day  I watch my bird family from my kitchen window and my garden work at the church has given me much more than I ever expected. 

Stan has always had a job that he worked until 8-10 at night, often going in at 8-9 in the morning, so his days were long, now we feel like we are in heaven with all of nature around us. 

(((hugs))) and blessings.

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1. Description
2. Sound
3. Conservation Status
4. Other Names
5. Cool Facts
6. Full detailed species account

Abundant and widespread, the Mourning Dove is well known throughout most of North America. Its mournful call is heard from deserts to forest edges, from farmlands to inner cities.

Description

• Medium-sized bird.
• Small head.
• Long, pointed tail.
• Light brown body.
• Tail with white outer edges.

• Size: 23-34 cm (9-13 in)
• Wingspan: 37-45 cm (15-18 in)
• Weight: 86-170 g (3.04-6.0 ounces)

Sex Differences

Sexes similar, but males slightly larger and slightly more colorful, with bluish crown and pink chest.

Sound

Song a plaintive Òcoo-OOH, Ooo-Ooo-OooÓ. Wings whistle in flight.

»listen to songs of this species

Conservation Status

Widespread and abundant. Hunted throughout its range. Possibly declining in West. You can help scientists learn more about this species by participating in the Celebrate Urban Birds! project.

Other Names

Tourterelle triste (French)
Huilota (Spanish)

Cool Facts

• During nest-building, the female stays at the nest and the male collects sticks. He stands on her back to give her the nest material. She takes it and weaves it into the nest. Maybe that's why the nests are so poorly built!

• The Mourning Dove almost invariably lays two eggs. Clutches of three or four are the result of more than one female laying in the nest. A dove may have up to five or six clutches in a single year.

• A Mourning Dove pair rarely leaves its eggs unattended. The male usually incubates from midmorning until late afternoon, and the female sits the rest of the day and night.

• The Mourning Dove is the most widespread and abundant game bird in North America. Despite being hunted throughout most of its range, it remains among the 10 most abundant birds in the United States.

Tomorrow I will have some surgery, a minor problem, but will also have another procedure done that  is more exploratory, would like for you to keep me in your prayers...

It will be outpatient unless there is a problem...

Would  not even mention it, but think prayer binds up all things.

((((hugs))) and blessing. 

The surgrey is at 1pm.

I don't usualy pick a fight...but leave the kid out of it...

It is wet day here, with a chill in the air, I looked out back and a squirrel is in the feeder haveing a wondeful breakfast. I have three other feeders out there so if the birds really  want to eat they don't have to fight off the squirrel. 

I have flats of plants waiting for me to work in the yard and at the church, in fact if it is not completly miserable I will work at the church this afternoon.  We are in the garden event again this year, we won third  place for churches last time, so I hope that we will move up at least a notch. 

I don't know how many of you remember my  blog about the *lie* and it was about my miserable big toe, well last night we were in misery most of the night.  I was up and down, did surgery, and toe soaked for an hour.  Guess I am going to have to part company with this one (ingrown toe nail),  finally it is becoming a real problem...That post had over 423 post if I remember correctly, (on occasion I have a lapse in memory).

I hope everyone is having a great day, in any event I am going to spend some time outside in the rain and cold, just to get out of the house...I have one of those free standing fire places to  put in the yard, if that was put together, I could have a little fire...

Anyway, have a great day, stop and have a cup with me, I will hang a bit.