Sunday, a day to enjoy bouquets of wild flowers and thanking God.

Far from the hearts of twisted minds.

The Hooded Merganser

The Hooded Merganser is very illusive so it is difficult to get an accurate count but it is believed that their population is on the rise.

This momma has babies but keeps them hidden and we haven't been able to get a good count. 

The prefer wooded ponds, sluggish rivers, lakes in summer and shallow saltwater bays.

I threw in these two ducks for yucks.

A mallard and a Khaki Campbell.

Pond Living.

The frog

a prince in waiting

Thomas Kincaid Chicken

 

Winter 2014 found our chickens hunkered down in their toasty warm coop.

 

Glad winter is over.

 

Now the tulips are in bloom!

Windgate Winery in Indiana County, Pa.

We drove seventy miles to Windgate Winery today. Windgate is located on an unpaved road tucked in the hills of Pennsylvania. It was a gathering of authors, approximately twenty five in attendance. It inspires a person to do such things and meet authors sharing their voice. Everyone we talked to offered suggestions and insights into the craft. The owner of the winery is a lovely and cordial lady. We have attended writer's conferences in the past but this experience offered the market end perspective and struggle. It is my hope that such venues become popular and duplicated. This was their fifth year and if they hold it again next year I will there! Had a ball, if you weren't there you lose.

Windgate Winery
1998 Hemlock Acres Road
Smicksburg, Pa. 16256


Has anyone seen Jim Fisher on facebook?

There will be new adventures posted, in the past Brave Knight lost his way but now he is on the path.

We met Joe F. Stierheim (author)

his blog and books can be viewed at joefstierheim.blogspot.com

we purchased a couple of his books and are finding them good reads,

'A Matter of Time' and 'Jeremy Willikins' Adventures in the Land of Little'

We post reviews on other authors and their works as we read them.

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Mother's Day in America

My wife and I took my mother to where I grew up, for mother's day. We went into an Arby's to get some coffee and I noticed about 15 old men sitting around BS-ing. When we were walking out I said to my wife, I wonder if I went to High School with any of those guys? She looked at me and said, oh my, I saw those old guys and thought 'look at those old coots hanging out drinking coffee,' it didn't don on me that they were your age, you might have known them when you were young, WOW. My mother who has demenia said I was a lot older than her or at least looked it.

Those were my mother's day gems.


It occurs to me that I need to believe in something and what I have observed is that man fails at every turn. So, am I to believe in man?  In my own heart I know my weaknesses and observe my decline, as I watched my father before me so how can I believe in myself?  We are told over and over in our country that only fools and the weak minded believe in or need a God but for me I will accept their label with all the comforts that it has to offer and let the wiser and more knowing accept their darkness.

http://godlywarrior.wordpress.com/

No one ever comments.  The world is speechless.

 

BEWARE THE DRAGONFLY

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loss

2/11/2013 Little Needy Duck was killed by a hawk this morning, she roamed free and freedom is risky. We are sad.

I've written a flash fiction piece about our "Little Needy"and submitted it for publication.  I will post it here after the publication runs.  I may have lied about the previous post being my last.  There seems to still be interest in this site and I am going to watch the count on my views and determine if I will resume posting.  Thank you for your interest. 

http://godlywarrior.wordpress.com/

Wandering Dan,
 

What sort of man

Was wandering Dan?

Who always made due

With a hole in his shoe,

White in his hair,

Wild eyes in a glare,

Wire basket cart,

Wheels stiff to start,

What sort of man

Was wandering Dan,

When our Uncle Sam

Was lost in Nam?

What did you see

While setting us free?

What sort of man

Was wandering Dan?

We all should wonder

Wicked politicians blunder
While this enemy rose
With class envy it grows

Weak hearts walk by

Wanting not to pry.

Wrapped in his rags

With his collection of bags

What made this man

Wandering Dan?

May I refer you to this, our enemy is relentless, we need your passion

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