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  • It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s a…..

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    It’s a flying squirrel in my bedroom!

    Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.

    -Samuel Johnson

    Jeff is sick. I have little sympathy because I had the same cold for over a week, it’s not such a big deal. But, you know, maybe if someone had made his own lunch or helped with dinner while I was sick, maybe they wouldn’t have caught it from me, or maybe I would care more now.

    Anyway, when Jeff is sick he is whiny and likes to call out from bed to coerce others to bring him soda, snacks, the remote. I find this annoying. Two nights ago I hear a drawn out “Rrrrooobbbiinnnnnnnnn” and I ignore it because he’s really not that sick, he can turn off the light himself.

    And then I hear, “HHHHEEEELLLLPPPP” and it’s a weird hushed yell.

    I actually grow a a tiny bit concerned and go to see what the deal is. Jeff is standing on the bed. He is pointing. His demeanor is not entirely unlike that of the housewife on Tom and Jerry when she has spotted Jerry and calls for Tom; I can’t remember if he was actually on tiptoe, but that is the distinct impression in my memory. Jeff says, “Something just stuck its head out from the side of the TV and looked at me.” A mouse? “Noooo. Something MUCH BIGGER. I think it might have been a squirrel.”

    There is not that much room behind the TV. I don’t think it’s a squirrel. But I am vaguely concerned that it might be a rat. I know it’s discriminatory of me, but while I am OK with fielding mice and shrews and snakes and spiders, I am less excited about the prospect of manhandling a rat. I know they make wonderful pets and all, but I just don’t love rats. Go ahead, judge me in the comments.

    Of course Jacob has not charged the solar flashlight- Jacob NEVER charges the solar flashlight, it’s so hard, you know, to simply place it in the window– so we get out the gooseneck lamp. And I see it. It is small and stripey. I think it is a chipmunk. I go get the butterfly net. After some chasing back and forth behind the TV, the maybe-a-chipmunk scampers up on top of the TV. And Jeff says, “That’s no chipmunk. I don’t know what that is…” It still looks chipmunk-y, but it has a long, flat tail. It’s just sitting there, perched up on top of the TV.

    I could easily just reach out and grab it but Jeff says no, who knows what germs it has. Whatever. I guess I don’t want it to bite me. I swing the net… and it LAUNCHES straight at me from the top of the TV, arms and legs akimbo, the skin parachute is revealed, and I AM NOT JOKING, it glides halfway across the room, landing on the wall, its nails somehow gripping the wall.

    I scoot over with my net and it launches again, this time landing on Cassidy’s door frame, I am thinking oh no, oh please no, do not go into cass’s room because we will never find it again amongst all her things which she has methodically arranged in the center of her floor to build a nest… It clambers up the door frame like Spiderman, insanely fast, nails clicking… Jeff all this time, jumping on the bed squealing like a schoolgirl, “Flying squirrel, it’s a flying squirrel… Eeeeeeeeeee” (this whenever it would launch again)

    And I bring the net down. I have caught him. We look at him up close and he is soooo scared and cute. (I did take some pictures but the squirrel is invisible through the mesh of the net.) We wake the boys so that they can see. We give him a careful pet. And then we take him outside and let him go.

    Cassidy asks, “How did the flying squirrel get inside?” I have no idea. I am just so grateful we found him before the cats did.

    Doing a bit of flying squirrel research next day, I realize we are lucky to have seen him at all. Flying squirrels are strictly nocturnal, to begin with; and the range of the Northern flying squirrel generally doesn’t extend this far south. Happily, Northern flying squirrels are not endangered like their relatives the Carolina Northern or the Virginia Northern, as they are a part of the owl diet (and we have owls in abundance). And they nest in groups to preserve body heat, so maybe we’ll get to see more.

    That’s my show-and-tell for today! Anything unexpected happen to you lately?


  • Three R’s to Live By: Responsibility. Respect. Reverence.

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    When I was in high school I decided, for no good reason, that I wanted to cross-reference the sacred texts of multiple religions. I already had a good working knowledge of the Bible- New Testament in particular- and the Tao te Ching, which my father was forever quoting at me. I got out some books on the Koran and the teachings of Confucius, the Bhagavad Gita and the Book of Mormon.

    Please remember that I was fourteen, maybe fifteen; I am 32 now. I came away with only a vague understanding and time has dulled my memory. But I would venture to say that in all religions and philosophies there runs a common thread: that to live a human life to its fullest potential, one needs to live with responsibility, respect, and reverence.

    Responsibility: the act of being responsible; that is, involving personal accountability or ability to act without guidance or superior authority; able to make moral or rational decisions on one’s own and therefore answerable for one’s behavior.

    Responsibility means to accept the consequences of your actions, and to be fully aware of what those consequences might be.

    It is to live with the knowledge that we will be held accountable.

    We are all connected- to each other, to future generations, and to the environment that shelters us all. Everything we do, every action we take, affects everything else, and we are responsible for deliberately choosing actions that bring about the least harm.

    And we are accountable as individuals. It is not enough to blindly abide by the rules of the religion we embrace or to be governed by the laws of the land. It is not enough to do as we are told. We are personally accountable.

    We are to be guided by our own moral compass. We need to actively consider what is right and make decisions that are in alignment with our decided-upon values.

    Respect: to feel or show deferential regard for, esteem. To avoid violation of or interference with. To relate or refer to; concern.

    What does it mean to be respectful? I believe it is to acknowledge that the divine spark rests in each of us.

    We are to esteem every living being as equal to ourselves; to see that every living thing has an equal function, a destiny that is great and of sacred importance.

    To live a respectful life is to strive never to act in a way that benefits ourselves at the expense of others, but to recognize that in lifting up others we all benefit.

    Reverence. A feeling of profound awe and respect and often love; veneration.

    We live not for our own selfish agendas, but for a greater good. There is something which is greater than ourselves, and it is vital that we periodically take time from our lives specifically for the purpose of experiencing and honoring it.

    To transcend for a time the mundane, the day to day, and to look at your life with a broad scope. A time for reflection and wonder. To open our eyes to the complexity and beauty of the world and consider your place in it.

    Why are we here? What is our purpose?

    I think that, whatever your set of beliefs may be, they include this: whatever this energy is, this sense of “greater than ourselves”, it is essentially good, by which I mean the essence of goodness; and capable of joy.

    Therefore my theory is that our purpose here on this earth is to do what we can to share in and expand this basic goodness and joy.

    Do all the good you can, in every way that you can. Act every day in such a way that the world is a better place for having you in it.

    Want to save the earth? Teach your children the three R’s: responsibility for one’s actions, respect for every living creature, and reverence for that which is mysterious and greater than ourselves. Cultivate character and conviction. Spend all the unstructured time you can in the cathedral of nature, so that you may cultivate a sense of wonder.

    The world is a difficult place, and the greatest gift we can give our children is the means to live a life of responsibility, respect, and reverence; a moral compass that makes life’s journey less treacherous to navigate.

    And live this way yourself. Endeavor to teach by the strength of your example.

    This post is my belated submission to the December APLS carnival, hosted by Robbie at Going Green Mama. I was supposed to turn this in yesterday, but I was distracted by the discovery of a flying squirrel in my bedroom.

    Definitions in this post found in my print copy of The American Heritage Dictionary.

  • Bad Weather Ahead?

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    I hope you love birds too. It is economical.
    It saves going to heaven.

    -Emily Dickinson

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    Can birds predict the weather? I don’t know. I’ve heard that they are more sensitive to changes in atmospheric pressure, but I don’t know to what extent that’s proven science and to what extent that’s crazy lady bunk.

    All I know is, at the feeder outside the kitchen window we usually get some chickadees and a pair of titmouse (titmice?) and an occasional appearance from the resident downy woodpecker.

    Today is a little more reminiscent of a Hitchcock movie.

    I’ve got a flock of house finches jockeying for position at the feeder. From where I sit I count six physically in the feeder, two on the feeder, two on the bracket that holds the feeder, and another half dozen clinging to the window screens or just flying nearby waiting for some room.

    Today I’ve seen blue jays and cardinals at the kitchen window. Grackles and snowbirds (juncos) and some little brown job that I believe to be a White-Throated Sparrow- as opposed to “regular old sparrow”- as it has brilliantly neon yellow markings on his head. All of these birds are usually content with whatever falls to the ground beneath, but today they are joining the party at the feeder.

    I even saw a red-bellied woodpecker, and let me tell you, that bird is much bigger and his bill more threatening than one would think, particularly when one comes face-to-face with him before one has had one’s coffee.

    And they are loud! Squawking and yelling and cursing. No melodious song going on here, no tender harmonies or cheerful chip-chip; just a bunch of aggressive drivers hollering to get out of the way. To be honest, I am finding their sense of urgency a bit unnerving.

    Which brings us to two logical conclusions:

    1. Storm’s a comin’. Or maybe a stretch of cold. Bundle up tomorrow just in case.
    2. It’s been raining for two days straight and I’m shooting pictures through a (closed) window again.

    Yes, I know. I’m lazy. Also, I hate the rain.