ABOUT US

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We are an ecclectic and eccentric family. I have one small dog and am responsible for another, named Eddie. They usually are like this: Even when I am not...such is the joy of dogs!

Zoe - you think YOU don't do mornings....

Dan as Santa, Christmas 2000

I also have two cats. One was a stray, my son picked up and she runs the house.(Literally, from one end to the other!!!)Her name is Myrrh, I call her my Angel Kitty because of how she came to us, her tough beginning and a rough flu-illness she survived. She likes to "play" the harps. And another stray, Booger (I didn't pick his name folks, Matt did)..who runs this house, anyway?

Here is the view I have most often of my sons, to give you an idea of what they are like, , hehehe. I think I caught it from them.

We have had some very neat experiences with wild birds. I would like to share them here and hear from others with like experiences.

The first bird that we nursed was a fledged kestral. It was tired, and being swooped upon by robins, and fading fast. We brought him inside, fed him, and once he was recovered, set him loose again to find his way.(it took about 3 days) I was impressed about how gentle he was, and careful when taking the food from my hand. He never was "pecky" nor exhibited any frightening behavior.

We found a northern sawhet owl that had been hit by a car, and set him up in a cage in our home. We bound his wing, hoping to restore his ability to fly, but that did not happen, so kept him for his life time. His name was Ichabod, and we called him "Icky". We resided on a rented farm and had plenty of mice to trap for live feedings. They are very small birds, and naturally tame. He was amazing in color, and when he was allowed to come out of his cage, he would sit on the bookcase, or other places, and completely be lost to our vision. Only in spring did he ever emit a "hoot" or when the dogs barked. I swear he said"Shut up!"

The next bird we harbored, was a great horned owl. He fledged from his nest early, and my exhusband watched him for three days, to see if mom would come show him the way home. After that, he became worried about his survival and being hurt by the farm tractor, so brought him home.

We called him Artemus and fed him live trapped mice. I was amazed, he was gentle with us, loved to be petted on the head or under his chin, never bit, never hurt us. I loved especially to set him on the carpet, where he would try his wings and set his feet up and down. It must have been a weird feeling for him, to feel the carpet and catch his talons in it. He would strenghten his wings and walk about. When his feathers seemed to be developed, we built an aviary on the porch that had a perch and allowed him to fly and move freely. Eventually, we were able to set him free. The day that we did, he flew up into a near by bush and hooted until Matt came out. Then he flew onto Matt's head and perched there!

We used to find his feathers on occasion, by the front gate, and hear him hoot and talk to him. But, happy am I that he was able to go free.

Photos of some of us

Crystal

Matt and Artemus

Grandma's sugar pie, Kara

Growing!

Thanks for your visit.

The bird and boy photos on this page were digitalized by Jerry Pruiett, thank you Jerry!

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