Parrot of the Past

Writing the recent post about our mockingbird jiggled loose some memories that had become crusted over with the dusts of time. Memories of another bird that I found to be very entertaining; Glitch, the African Grey Tierney parrot. Please forgive the quality of these photos, these are scans of old photograph prints.

Meet Glitch. In this photo he is fully grown and had become a well educated and sassy bird indeed. He had a vocabulary of over 100 words and phrases and what was amazing was the way he would use them to converse. For example; we also had two cats, Ratso and Bear. Bear liked to stretch up the base of Glitch’s platform like we has going to climb it. Glitch would lean over the edge of his platform and yell, “Get down, Bear, get down.” Of course he learned this from hearing me scold the cat in these situations. But he rarely used that phrase except when Bear was teasing him.   Continue reading “Parrot of the Past”

Wallenius and the Star Cow

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The above picture is by Oscar Cafaro. This and many more examples of his work can be found on the Concept Ships web site (just click the picture). Seeing this picture sparked the following brain spill.

Those who know me, know that I normally spurn fanciful, impractical space ship designs in my work.  However, when I saw the picture above, it made me laugh: Wallenius, Greenpeace, a ship in space… and sent me off on a flight of fancy that spawned this brain spill, which has since morphed into a full short story.  That story will be included in a collection of stories I’m working on.  I may not be able to use this piece of art work in that book, but it should be OK here.

The Wallenius arrived on-site 4 days after she received a deep space radiogram relayed to her by Greenpeace central.  The radiogram had been sent by a private yacht that had noticed a star cow had gotten tangled in a deep space communications array and could not extricate herself.

As the ship approached the array, Steve Preston worked the paddles that controlled the twin searchlights mounted in the ship’s bow, playing their beams along the massive array.  It took several minutes to locate the creature.

“There she is.  Five points up and 12 starboard.”

The helmsman adjusted course and the Wallenius slowly vectored in as they drew nearer to the array.

Janus stood beside Steve as they watched out the forward ports.  Captain Andersen sat in the big chair in the center of the bridge, watching everything but saying nothing for the moment.  The crew was trained to do this work, he trusted them to do their jobs.

Janus had chosen to wear her usual outfit of sandals, denim shorts and a too-tight tank top with a scoop neckline.  Steve was having trouble keeping his eyes on his work with her standing so close.  Her figure was a perfect blend of athletic and curvaceous.  Topped with the face of an angel, framed in an ebony mane, he found her quite irresistible.  Always had.  Which is what led to their becoming lovers – and what led to their breakup when his jealous side flared.

“So, that’s a star cow.” Janus breathed  Continue reading “Wallenius and the Star Cow”

National Tradesman Day

As a retired tradesman (carpenter/furniture maker) I’ve found it discouraging how few young people are willing to consider taking up the life of a skilled Tradesman as a way of earning a living.

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From Irwin Tools National Tradesman Day celebration.

Despite the fact that most skilled tradesmen earn more than college graduates, experience less unemployment and do it without the burden of college loan debt, only 6% of highschool students are currently considering going into a trade.  This is partially because more and more high schools are cutting back or eliminating industrial arts classes.

As a result, by the year 2030, 79 million tradesmen will be retiring — and only 41 million new tradesmen will be entering the work force to replace them.  This trend is expected to escalate.  If you think hiring a plumber or auto mechanic is expensive now, wait another decade when there will be 50% fewer people to fill those rolls!

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He Whom the Mockingbird Mocks

Our little patch of the planet, Dear Reader, has recently acquired the addition of a mockingbird. I count this as a good thing because I enjoy the sound of songbirds, and find the symphony of songbirds to which we are treated just at dawn each day very enjoyable.

pileated woodpecker, birds, Our regular compliment of performers includes squadrons of Gold Finches, Carolina Wrens, Tufted Titmice, Cardinals, Robins and a few Killdeer – although they are not so melodic as the others.  These woods are also home to many Downy Woodpeckers who skitter up and down trees as though gravity were of no consequence whatsoever, a gang of Blue Jays, who are rowdy bullies, several Red Tail Hawks (the primary reason we can’t raise chickens), and an increasing population of Pileated Woodpeckers – upon whom the Woody the Woodpecker character was based.  As large as a chicken (in fact folks around here refer to them as “Wood Hens”) their raucous laughter can be heard easily a quarter mile away.  Fortunately, they are not early risers.  Continue reading “He Whom the Mockingbird Mocks”

Largest Boat Rescue Ever

The video below impressed me not only by the actions of civilian boaters but especially by the numbers of people saved in this boat rescue and the short time it took.  All without any rehearsal or disaster plan drills. The Coast Guard did not commandeer vessels, they were volunteered.  Because it is quite timely as we remember 9/11, I decided to share it with you here.  Enjoy.

If the embed does not work, click here: to view on YouTube

Is Honesty Obsolete?

Recently I went to Tractor Supply and bought a roll of 24” high chicken wire – excuse me; Poultry Mesh, for some fence boxes I’m making for my garden. They carry the mesh in 50 foot rolls for $18 and 150 foot rolls for $45. I decided the 50 foot roll would do 3 boxes and might be all I’ll need for a while. The 150 is a better value, but I’m not sure I’ll need 9 more fence boxes.

The gal at the register rang me up, and said, “He’s unloading a truck out back right now, the gate is open, just grab what you need.” So I walked across the parking lot to the fenced-in area where they store lots of stuff, found the rack of chicken wire, saw the blue & while sign attached to the top of a cell reading “24” x 50’ Poultry mesh, just $17.99”, grabbed a roll, took it back to the truck and went on my way.

Mid afternoon I got to where I was ready to build another box and began to open up the roll of mesh. The label on the roll caught my eye: 24” x 150’. RATS! Continue reading “Is Honesty Obsolete?”

Showdown with a Snake

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From www.wilddelaware.com

It was a Sunday evening, we had all had our dinner, the dogs had had their Race Day treats.  They went out on the porch to lounge in the cool evening air while Marie and I finished watching the NASCAR cup race at Richmond.

The dogs started barking.  It sounded like other dogs were barking too, so I assumed they were just conversing.  Dogs do that.  But then the intensity stepped up and I decided to go see what they were barking at.

The porch light was enough to see they had a snake “surrounded” out in the driveway.  It wasn’t very big, hard to say for sure because it was coiled up, but probably 12-18”.  Not that it makes any difference: if it’s a viper, the little snakes are just as venomous as the big ones.  More-so, really because they have not learned to meter out their venom by threat level like the bigger snakes will.  If it was non-venomous it won’t hurt them, but I’d rather they didn’t kill it.  I was barefooted and in my PJ’s; not proper snake wrangling attire in either case.

I went back in to get a flashlight.  In the added light I could tell from the porch it was a copperhead.  Until I came out the dogs were just playing chicken with it.  Once I was on scene Cochise went into “Protector Mode” and started attacking the snake; and taking hits from it.  Four… five… six, this is very bad! Continue reading “Showdown with a Snake”

What Do Christians Wear?

clothing, uniforms, christianWhat a person wears can sometimes tell us a fair bit about them.  Someone in a uniform can be identified as a police officer, utility worker, fire fighter, or soldier.  Someone in an expensive power suit is likely a business person.   Sometimes clothing can tell us something about a person’s beliefs; A nun’s habit or priest’s collar, robes and shaved head of a Buddhist monk, the crisp white shirt and black tie & trousers commonly worm by Mormons working a neighborhood all tip us off to what they hold to be true about religion.

What about Christians?  Do Christians have a dress code?

To answer that, let’s look at Colossians 3:12-14. Continue reading “What Do Christians Wear?”

Opinions Are Like Bellybuttons

This article will once again begin by digging into my bottomless barrel of Old Sayings; the offering this time:
Opinions are like bellybuttons; everyone has one, but some are more worthy of public display than others.”

bellybuttonI am, I must confess Dear Reader, one of those people who has an opinion on just about everything and feels compelled to share it.  Oh, you too?  Fancy that!  It is a great thing when our opinions about something mesh and we can celebrate or commiserate the topic together.  But what happens when we disagree?

All too often opposing opinions result in arguments, fist fights, even wars being fought.  And why?  Because the parties held differing opinions?  Life is so much simpler if we can avoid open hostilities in our dealings with others.

Why is it that we hold so tightly to our own opinions as indisputable truth, and yet the opinions of others are mere fancy?  Why do people HAVE differing opinions in the first place?  If something is true for me, it’s true for you too, isn’t it?  Not at all! Continue reading “Opinions Are Like Bellybuttons”

Artist, Artisan, Craftsman, Clod

As a parting shot from the woodworking sector I’d like to share this (hopefully) humorous look at myself as an artist… or non-artist, you decide.

artist, drawingMy wife and I were attending a “serious” art show in a ritzy section of St Louis when an older woman approached a young man who was decked out in woven leather sandals, lime green Capri style pants, a bright yellow shirt – too small and unbuttoned to the navel – and a pair of bright pink Ben Franklin style eye glasses.  His hair style was pretty odd too.  The woman beamed as she approached and gushed, “Oh! Are you an artist?”

The young man glared at her over his Ben Franklins, “No, Madam, “ he said with obvious disdain, “I am an ar-TEEST!” with a wave of his hand and toss of his ridiculous hair on the second syllable.

“Oh,” sighed the grandmotherly one, obviously disappointed. ”I was hoping you were someone with talent.”

I’ll never know if this sweet old lady was actually the queen of come-backs or if she simply misunderstood and got lucky, but it is this encounter that comes to mind every time I meet a creative person who thinks more of themselves than they ought. Continue reading “Artist, Artisan, Craftsman, Clod”