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...is loving and giving. Or, as in the case of this candid street shot from Glasgow, sleeping! Wishing you all a weekend of creativity and restfulness both in equal measure. Enjoy!
Scenes from the Protect Our Public Schools NEA protest yesterday in the cold rain. Educators, parents, and citizens stomped their feet in six inches of wet snow on Capitol Hill grounds to protest the dismantling of the Department of Education by Trump and shadow president Elon.
At risk are nationwide Title I schools that serve impoverished communities, special education programs for children with disabilities, civil rights protections, and Pell Grants for college.
Please take action today as all states - red and blue - will be affected.
Also, I have started a GoFundMe "Resistance is a Marathon" to support the ACLU's lawsuits against this administration.
My parents, 82 & 86 years old, on their wedding's 60 years anniversary.
I love you folks!
Photo taken on Aug. 8th, 2008
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Lima is perfect for paragliding, in the summer months you will see many flying over the cliffs of Miraflores, Lima, Peru.
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SIG visit to Wollerton Wetlands in August.
My camera. not having seen daylight all weekend, I can only be thankful for my archives!
31 years ago today my mom died. This was her last picture. My youngest son was just 6 weeks old, and my parents were going to Florida for the winter. I was going to miss them. They would be back by April to file their income taxes. Home shopping club had been advertising this new telephone device, that you plugged your phone into it, and if someone had the same device, you could see them while you were talking to them! Futuristic for sure! We didn’t buy them. My mom died the next day, after they arrived in Florida to their house trailer from a heart attack. She was 70 years old. That was a Sunday morning August 8, 1991. I was just remembering our conversations of how I was going to miss her and how I wished we had those devices to see each other while we talked. 31 years later, I just finished talking to my older son and daughter in law from my Ipad with FaceTime. We FaceTime all the time without thinking about it. 31 years ago it was a dream. I never had another phone call from my mom after she left, and she didn’t come back in April. My Dad came back two days later. I saw my mom at her funeral. She has been with the Lord these past 31 years. My dad joined her on October 31, 1999. Time sure does fly by and things change so much in this world. The Good news is The Lord never changes! His Word doesn’t change either. Some people think it should change to accept today’s changes. I have peace that it doesn’t change. The Bible says, Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever. Hebrews 13:8❤️
A female Downy woodpecker (Dryobates pubescens) passes suet to the youngster at the top of the feeder. Eventually it was persuaded to get some directly.
Every one of them full of sugary caloric goodness! This was a gift given to one of the teachers at work from a grateful parent
Cookies purchased from Crumbl Cookies
Apple Valley Minnesota
Wednesday May 22nd, 2024
Will my daughter's English teacher notice me tonight...
I hope she does, but should I tell her my hidden secrets....🤔❤❤❤
Welcome to Summerland by Honey Heart & Sillve.
Summerland is that secret, quiet interliminal space between what the material and the subconscious, often called the Bardo lands or in a Celtic tradition, the Summerlands.
We have all experienced so much loss in the last few years. This is a place to take in peace and release pain, grief, and sorrow. We dedicate this to those of our loved ones who are gone from our sight, and yet who remain loved and remembered. Summerland is for them and for us, dedication and memory of them all.
Enter this gentle, dreamy landscape of the rich realm of the imagination and enjoy wandering and exploring on horseback with the Ride With Me horses or via the coach and 4. Remember to ride the pony ride to win a glorious ptereppi carousel! Explore the many magical spaces full of animals, fireflies and butterflies.
Open only through September 11, 2022.
With warm regards,
Honey Heart & Sillve Resident
August 2022
In loving memory of our parents and of our friend, Ktahdn Vesuvino. You are missed.
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The pond at home acts as a nursery helping to restore the frog population in the area.
About 3 years ago when the first baby frogs (Pelophylax esculentus) were born there was one, the biggest of them all that since its juvenile years sat at position 45, if one looks at the pond as a clock.
At start of winter the frogs leave for hibernation in the close by bushes and only come back to the pond by spring of the next year as adults to mate and then leave after laying their eggs. For the rest of the year, until next hibernation, only the year's babies inhabit the pond.
Unusually this year I observed there was a big adult one still there and sitting exclusively at position 45.
I have a suspicion this is 45, now close to 4 years old, parenting its offspring. Also, this is first time I see the display of close interaction among them, touching each other in the hands and the feet.
Baselland, Switzerland
PB_M0109-2.2 - 400mm
These Parent shieldbugs were in the same place as the Parents with eggs that I photographed earlier in the year though I haven't seen them there since they hatched despite looking. There were many leaves all covered in these bugs in various stages of development. There were about six leaves all covered in these bugs in various stages of development - a good year for Parent Shieldbugs
July 2016 TQ150693 - TQ150694
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Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we are not in Lettice’s flat. Instead, we have followed Lettice south-west, through the neighbouring borough of Belgravia to the smart London suburb of Pimlico and its rows of cream and white painted Regency terraces. There, in a smart red brick Edwardian set of three storey flats on Rochester Row, is the residence of Lettice’s client, recently arrived American film actress Wanetta Ward.
Now that the flat is completely redecorated under Lettice’s deft hands, Miss Ward has vacated her suite at the Metropole Hotel* and has been living at her Pimlico address for a few weeks now. As a thank you to Lettice, the American has invited her to afternoon tea. And so, we find ourselves in the beautifully appointed, spacious drawing room.
“Now, darling girl!” Miss Ward says as she sweeps into the drawing room through the green baize door that leads from the service area of the flat. “You must try my own brew of coffee!” She enthusiastically hoists a beautiful china coffee pot decorated with cherry blossoms in the air. “I promise you that you’ll never go back to that sludge you British call coffee after you’ve had this.”
Lettice smells the rich aroma from the pot’s spout as Miss Ward places it with an appropriately theatrical swoop, enhanced by the brightly coloured Spanish shawl draped over her bare shoulders, onto the silver tray on the cherrywood table between the Queen Anne style settee and the matching pair of Chinese armchairs. “It smells divine, Miss Ward.”
“Darling!” Miss Ward enthuses. “Divine isn’t the word for this!”
“I look forward to tasting it, then.” Lettice replies with a bemused smile. “And afternoon tea, Miss Ward?”
“I know! I know!” the American brandishes her hands in the air. “I admit I said it was a quaint observance, but it’s one that I’ve come to enjoy since living here in England. We might not have petit fours like they do at the Metropole, but trust me, Harriet has found the most wonderful little local bakery that makes an amazing selection of cookies. Try one!” She indicates to the plate piled generously with an assortment of brightly coloured and delicious looking biscuits.
“Harriet, Miss Ward?”
The American picks up a biscuit as she speaks and then pauses with it to her lips. “My new maid, Miss Chetwynd.”
Lettice considers the woman with a rather angular face in black silk moiré afternoon uniform and lace collar, cuffs, cap, apron and cap who answered the door. She didn’t strike her as having such a lovely name. She looked to be more of an Augusta or Bertha.
Miss Ward’s American voice interrupts Lettice’s contemplation. “Oh, I must thank you too, for the number of that domestics employment agency you gave me.”
“You can thank my mother, Miss Ward.” Lettice selects a small pink macaron and takes a ladylike bite from it before depositing the remainder on her plate. She feels the pastry and filling melt in her mouth. “She and I may not agree about a good many things, but Mater certainly knows the best agency In London for staff.”
“Well, Harriet is perfect!” Miss ward exclaims. “She fits in here so well, and she doesn’t throw a fit with all my comings and goings at all hours to and from the studio, taking telephone messages for me with the efficiency of a secretary, and she doesn’t even seem to mind the unannounced arrivals when friends come to pay call.”
“I do hope you told her about me coming today, Miss Ward.” Lettice remarks in alarm.
“Oh I did, Miss Chetwynd! It’s quite alright!” She stuffs the biscuit into her mouth, rubbing her fingers together to rid them of crumbs which tumble through the air and onto her lap where they disappear amidst the fuchsia coloured georgette of her dress. “Mind you,” she continues, speaking with her mouth full. “I don’t think Harriet likes it when I insist on making my own coffee.” She gulps loudly. “She doesn’t like it when I go onto the kitchen. She says it’s her domain.” She looks across at Lettice perched elegantly on the settee, dressed in a pretty pastel yellow frock that matches the trim of her straw hat. “I imagine your maid is the same.”
“I’m sure I haven’t asked Edith, Miss Ward.”
“Well, perhaps you should, Miss Chetwynd.”
“What a ridiculous notion!” Lettice laughs. “Of course she wouldn’t mind! It’s my flat. I can come and go where and when I please.”
“If you’ll pardon me, my dear girl,” Miss Ward picks up the coffee pot and pours the steaming, rich golden brown liquid first into Lettice’s cup and then her own. “But it’s a ridiculous notion that you don’t. If I may be so bold: it may be your flat, but you’re a lady, and even I, the egalitarian American in the room, knows that masters and servants don’t mix. You probably vex the poor little mouse when you swan into her domain, rather than ring the servant’s bell. Not that she would tell you that of course! Your maid is much to meek to speak her mind, whereas Harriet tells me that god invented servants’ bells, so I don’t have to go into her kitchen.” She smiles cheekily. “Mind you, I draw the line at her making coffee for me or my guests.” She indicates to the milk jug and sugar bowl. “Now, there is cream in the jug and sugar in the bowl Miss Chetwynd. Do help yourself.” She picks up the jug and glugs a dollop of cream into her coffee before scooping up two large heaped teaspoons of sugar.
After Lettice has added a small amount of cream and a flat teaspoon of sugar to her own coffee, she looks around the drawing room observantly whilst she stirs her cup’s contents. To her delight, and no little amount of surprise, the room remains as she designed it. She was quite sure that Wanetta would rearrange her well thought out designs as soon as she moved in, yet against her predictions the furniture remains where she had them placed, the gold and yellow Murano glass comport still standing in the centre of the mantelpiece, the yellow celadon vase with gold bamboo in place on the console table. Even the small white vase, the only piece left over from the former occupier’s décor, remains next to the comport on the mantle. The American was ready to throw it into the dustbin at every opportunity, yet it happily nestles between the comport and a large white china vase of vibrant yellow roses and lilies. It is as she notices the celadon vase that she sees the painting of Wanetta, which only arrived at the flat when its sitter did.
“So that’s the famous yellow portrait, Miss Ward,” Lettice remarks, admiring the likeness of the dark haired American, draped in a golden yellow oriental shawl, sitting languidly in a chair.
“Oh yes!” gasps Miss Ward as she turns around in her armchair to look at the painting hanging to the right of the fireplace, above a black console table. “You haven’t seen it, have you? Do you like it?”
“Yes I do,” acknowledges Lettice. “It’s a remarkable likeness, and the artist has captured the light in your eyes so well.”
“Thank you, darling girl! I think it’s beautiful.”
“So is your coffee!” Lettice remarks. “It’s quite delicious, and not at all what Bramley makes for me at Glynes**.”
“I told you, you British drink sludge.” She takes an appreciative, if overly large, gulp of her own coffee. “Now this, is real coffee.”
“So, have you christened your cocktail cabinet, yet?”
“Yes I have. I threw a cocktail party for the actors, actresses, director and crew when we wrapped up ‘After the Ball is Over’. It was quite the occasion!”
“Oh I could well imagine, Miss Ward.”
“Of course,” the American quickly adds. “I’m sure it wasn’t anywhere near as extravagant as your cocktail party that you threw for Mr. and Mrs. Channon.”
“You heard about that then, Miss Ward?”
“Heard about it? My darling girl,” Her eyes widen and sparkle with excitement. “I immersed myself in the article published by the Tattler, drinking in every little detail of your fabulous soiree. You looked stunning, darling!”
Lettice blushes and shuffles awkwardly in her seat on the settee at the brazen compliment. “Thank you, Miss Ward.”
“So did Mrs. Channon, of course! And wasn’t Lady Diana Cooper’s*** robe de style**** to die for?”
“Err, yes… quite, Miss Ward.” Lettice replies awkwardly. Anxious to change the subject and move away from her own private life, and thereby avoid the American’s potential attempts to try and gather some gossip to share with her fellow actors and actresses at Islington Studios*****, Lettice asks. “And what’s the next moving picture you will be making, Miss Ward? Another villainess role in a historical romance?”
“Oh, the studio is shutting for Christmas, so I’m sailing on the Aquitania****** on Monday, back to the States to visit my parents. I haven’t seen them in an age, and, well, they aren’t getting any younger. Besides, Islington Studios are paying for the journey and are organising for me to promote ‘After the Ball is Over’ at a few functions whilst I’m back home.”
“That will be lovely for you, Miss Ward.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be back in the new year, when we start filming ‘Skating and Sinning’.”
“’Skating and Sinning’, Miss Ward?”
“Yes!” the American gushes as she picks up the coffee pot which she proffers to Lettice, who declines, and then proceeds to fill her own cup. “It’s the first picture planned for 1922. Another historical drama, set in London in the Seventeenth Century, when the Thames froze over.”
“Yes, 1607 I believe.”
“You’re a font of knowledge, Miss Chetwynd!” Miss Ward exclaims, clapping her ring decorated hands in delight. “You never cease to amaze me! A first-class interior designer and a historian!”
“Knowing trivial historical facts is just part and parcel of an education in a family as old as mine, Miss Ward.” Lettice deflects, taking another sip of her coffee. “And the sinning?”
“The sinning, Miss Chetwynd?” the American woman queries.
“Well, I assume the frozen Thames explains the skating part of the film’s title, Miss Ward.”
“Oh, the sinning!” Miss Ward settles back in her armchair with a knowing smile, placing her coffee cup on the black japanned table between the two Chinese chairs. “Well, that’s me, darling!” She raises both her arms dramatically, the Spanish shawl gathering about her shoulders as she does. “I will be playing a merry young, recently widowed, Duchess, with her eyes on our heroine’s young betrothed!”
“And do you succeed, Miss Ward?”
“Ah-ah! That,” She wags her finger playfully at Lettice. “Would be telling, darling girl. I can’t go giving away the ending, or you won’t come see the film.”
Lettice smiles at the actress. “Well, I’m glad that London has entranced you enough to return from the delights of America.”
“Well of course it has! And anyway, I have to come back to enjoy and show off my beautiful new home!”
Lettice blushes at the compliment.
“I’ll have you know Miss Chetwynd, that at my cocktail party, I had so many compliments about this beautiful room, the furnishings and the décor. You’ll be hearing from directors and future starlets in the new year, I’ll guarantee!”
“I shall have to see whether I can accommodate them, Miss Ward.” Lettice replies. “As you know, I will be decorating some of the principal rooms of Mr. and Mrs. Channon’s country house in the new year, and I have a few other potential commissions currently under negotiation.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to squeeze them in, darling! When the moving pictures come knocking, you just won’t be able to say no.”
“Well…” Lettice begins, imagining her mother’s face drained of colour, and her father’s flushed with anger, if she takes on another commission from a moving picture actress.
“Oh, and thinking of my flat. The other reason why I asked you here.” Miss Ward interrupts, standing up and walking over to the console table beneath her portrait, where some papers sit beneath the base of one of the Murano glass bottles. She fumbles through them and withdraws a small slip of paper. Walking over to Lettice she hands it to her. “A cheque to settle my bill before I set sail for home, darling girl.”
“Thank you, Miss Ward.” Lettice replies, opening her lemon yellow handbag sitting between her and her black and yellow straw hat on the settee and depositing the cheque safely inside. “I appreciate your prompt payment.”
“It’s my pleasure, Miss Chetwynd.” the American replies. “And thank you again for all that you have done.” Her glittering eyes flit about the room. “I just love being here! It’s so perfect! It’s so, so me! A mixture of the old, and the new, the oriental and the European, all of which I love.”
“I’m so pleased you approve, Miss Ward. It is your home, after all.”
“I even have to concede that you were right about having touches of white in here. It adds a touch of class. And that wonderful wallpaper you suggested,” She indicates to the walls. “Well, it is the pièce de résistance of this room’s décor!” Stepping over to the fireplace, she picks up the small white vase. “This puzzles me though.” Her face crumples. “Why were you so anxious that I keep this vase?”
“Well, “ Lettice explains. “Call me sentimental, but I felt that it is part of your home’s story and coming from an old family home surrounded by history, I thought it would be a shame to see it just tossed away. I hope you don’t disagree.”
Miss Ward considers the small Parian vase in her manicured hands for a moment before replacing it. “Not at all, you sentimental girl you!”
The pair smile at one another, happily.
*Now known as the Corinthia Hotel, the Metropole Hotel is located at the corner of Northumberland Avenue and Whitehall Place in central London on a triangular site between the Thames Embankment and Trafalgar Square. Built in 1883 it functioned as an hotel between 1885 until World War I when, located so close to the Palace of Westminster and Whitehall, it was requisitioned by the government. It reopened after the war with a luxurious new interior and continued to operate until 1936 when the government requisitioned it again whilst they redeveloped buildings at Whitehall Gardens. They kept using it in the lead up to the Second World War. After the war it continued to be used by government departments until 2004. In 2007 it reopened as the luxurious Corinthia Hotel.
**Glynes is the grand Georgian family seat of the Chetwynds in Wiltshire, and the home of Lettice’s parents, the presiding Viscount and Countess of Wrexham and the heir, their eldest son Leslie.
***Born Lady Diana Manners, Diana Olivia Winifred Maud Cooper, Viscountess Norwich was an English aristocrat who was a famously glamorous social figure in London and Paris. As a young woman, she moved in a celebrated group of intellectuals known as the Coterie, most of whom were killed in the First World War. She married Duff Cooper in 1919. In her prime, she had the widespread reputation as the most beautiful young woman in England, and appeared in countless profiles, photographs and articles in newspapers and magazines. She was a film actress in the early 1920s and both she and her husband were very good friends with Edward VIII and were guests of his on a 1936 yacht cruise of the Adriatic which famously caused his affair with Wallis Simpson to become public knowledge.
****The ‘robe de style’ was introduced by French couturier Jeanne Lanvin around 1915. It consisted of a basque bodice with a broad neckline and an oval bouffant skirt supported by built in wire hoops. Reminiscent of the Spanish infanta-style dresses of the Seventeenth Century and the panniered robe à la française of the Eighteenth Century they were made of fabric in a solid colour, particularly a deep shade of robin’s egg blue which became known as Lanvin blue, and were ornamented with concentrated bursts of embroidery, ribbons or ornamental silk flowers.
*****Islington Studios, often known as Gainsborough Studios, were a British film studio located on the south bank of the Regent's Canal, in Poole Street, Hoxton in Shoreditch, London which began operation in 1919. By 1920 they had a two stage studio. It is here that Alfred Hitchcock made his entrée into films.
******The RMS Aquitania was a British ocean liner of the Cunard Line in service from 1914 to 1950. She was designed by Leonard Peskett and built by John Brown and Company in Clydebank, Scotland. She was launched on the 21st of April 1913 and sailed on her maiden voyage from Liverpool to New York on the 30th of May 1914. Like her sister ships the ill fated Lusitania and the renown Mauritania, she was beautifully appointed and was a luxurious way for first and second-class passengers to travel across the Atlantic between Britain and America.
This upper-class 1920s Art Deco drawing room scene may be different to how it may appear, for the whole scene is made up entirely with pieces from my 1:12 miniatures collection, including pieces I have had since I was a teenager and others that I have collected on my travels around the world.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The cherry blossom patterned tea set, which if you look closely at the blossoms, you will see they have gilt centres, I acquired from an online stockist on E-Bay. It stands on a silver tray that is part of tea set that comes from Smallskale Miniatures in England. To see the whole set, please click on this link: www.flickr.com/photos/40262251@N03/51111056404/in/photost.... The wonderful selection of biscuits on offer were made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
The wooden Chinese dragon chairs and their matching low table ,that serves as Wanetta’s tea table, I found in a little shop in Singapore whilst I was holiday there. They are beautifully carved from cherrywood.
The Queen Anne settee made by the high-end miniature furniture maker, JBM with great attention to detail.
The black japanned cocktail cabinet with its gilded handles was made by the high-end miniature furniture maker, Bespaq.
All the glass comport on the mantlepiece has been blown and decorated and tinted by hand by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The white and gold Georgian Revival clock next to it is a 1:12 artisan miniature made by Hall’s Miniature Clocks, supplied through Doreen Jeffries Small Wonders Miniatures in England. The ginger jar to the right of the clock is hand painted. It is an item that I bought from a high street doll house stockist when I was a teenager.
The yellow celadon vase with gold bamboo painted on it, I bought as part of a job lot of small oriental vases from an auction many years ago. The soapstone lidded jar in the foreground came from the same auction house, but from a different job lot of oriental miniature pieces.
Lettice’s black straw hat with yellow trimming and a yellow rose, which sits on the settee is made by Mrs. Denton of Muffin Lodge. It is an artisan miniature made just like a real hat! 1:12 size miniature hats made to such exacting standards of quality and realism are often far more expensive than real hats are. When you think that it would sit comfortably on the tip of your index finger, yet it could cost in excess of $150.00 or £100.00, it is an extravagance. American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable. Lettice’s lemon yellow purse is also an artisan piece and is made of kid leather which is so soft. It is trimmed with very fine braid and the purse has a clasp made from a piece of earring. It come from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders Miniatures in the United Kingdom. Lettice’s furled Art Deco umbrella is also a 1:12 artisan piece made of silk, acquired through an online stockist on E-Bay.
The vases of flowers on the mantle piece and side table are beautifully made by hand by the Doll House Emporium.
The stylised Art Deco fire screen is made using thinly laser cut wood, made by Pat’s Miniatures in England.
The black Bakelite and silver telephone is a 1:12 miniature of a model introduced around 1919. It is two centimetres wide and two centimetres high. The receiver can be removed from the cradle, and the curling chord does stretch out.
Wanetta’s paintings, including the yellow portrait, were made in America by Amber’s Miniatures.
The miniature Oriental rug on the floor was made by hand by Mackay and Gerrish in Sydney
The Georgian style fireplace I have had since I was a teenager and is made from moulded plaster.
The striking wallpaper is an art deco design that was very popular during the 1920s.
Meopta Flexaret IIa (S/N:30130190a)
Meopta Mirar II 1:3.5 f=80cm (S/N: 20449300)
Foma Fomapan 100 (200 ISO)
Agfa Rodinal 1:50 for 12 min (20C)
Whenever I visit my parents there is little time for photography. Luckily they life close to a park with a theatre. Photographed at entrance of CCH, Hasselt, Belgium.
107/366/2020, 3394 days in a row.
Taken on an evening visit to drop stuff to my parents who are "Cocooning" during the Lockdown, really miss giving them a hug xx
feeding the fledglings - in the wet miserable Jubilee June weather they've been born into this year.
I can't resist posting the WHOLE sequence! Nature is so amazing!
216/366/2016, 2042 days in a row
Delighted to hear a stretch of land on our doorstep is to be made into a national park m.rte.ie/news/2016/0803/806624-dublin-mountains/#media
Last year we had Great tits in our nest box and the chicks all fledged on this day.
This year we have Blue tits, which are very busy feeding the young, looking forward to seeing the chicks fledge, hopefully all successfully
I'd made it most of the way round Strumpshaw Fen when I came across two large swans sitting rigt in the middle of the path. My heart sank when I saw they had two cygnets...I crept very slowly passed them...within 3 or 4 feet and was only hissed at as I stepped away from them - they then congratulated each other on a job well done ;-)
A Black Tern handing off a freshly caught dragonfly nymph to one of her newly fledged youngsters...
Although this is a big crop, I think it came out pretty well! I "machine gunned" the shutter anticipating this moment and got lucky that my fill-flash recycled & fired in the "critical frame"...
Red-bellied Woodpeckers. This image shows one of the parents feeding one of the two babies that I observed in the nest.
When the adults are sitting on the house, you can hear the little chicks just chirping away trying to get the attention of the parents!!!
We all come from the same parents, the same place........
Enigma, one of my favorite artists, performing "The Same Parents":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OenFriNZknU
Lyrics (Michael Cretu):
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
At the beginning,
We all had one mother and one father
That's where we're descending from (attention)
I don't, I don't understand why so much hate (attention)
Between races, and religions
Its smile, insane
I don't understand (amazing)
Why it hurts, people died (incredible experience)
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
(attention) I don't, I don't understand
why so much hate (amazing)
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
At the beginning
We all had one mother and one father
That's where we're descending from
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
I don't, I don't understand...
I don't, I don't understand...
I don't, I don't understand...
We all had the same parents
many million years ago...
We all had the same parents
many million years ago...
the whole family were on the lake together, but these 2 were close and kept popping their heads under the water for pond weed etc...YSP, West Yorks
I'm not someone who likes to parent by punishment. I like to inspire cooperation and model good behavior. But sometimes that doesn't work. Like when you slam your sisters head in the door "by accident". Or when you punch her in the face (another accident, you argued, because you meant to punch her in the leg and missed). Everyone makes mistakes, but I'm beginning to suspect that you think it's ok to be mean. So today we took your door off it's hinges, took away all electronics, made you write lines and letters of apology. I know this isn't you. You're going through something and whatever it is, I'd like to help you through it, but being nice and kind and respectful are three things I will insist upon. Here you are laughing at someone who didn't deserve to be laughed at. Check yourself, kiddo. Mama is unimpressed.