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Well my Flickr friends, I believe both of the Pileated woodpecker young I have been watching have now successfully left the nest. I visited it this morning for nearly an hour and saw no signs of activity at all. Kind of a weird feeling for me, as I had really grown to love my daily encounters with this family of woodpeckers. I walked about a third of the park looking for them. I didn't see them, but heard their distinctive cry off in the distance. Not sure if it was parent or young, but I will keep looking for them, and hope to see them again. I read that fledgling pileateds sometimes stay with their parents for up to 3 months while the adults teach the young about the ways of their world. I wish them all the best.
Hummel Park
Plainfield, Indiana
My mum's well enough to have put up the Christmas tree. It's the same tree they've had since the 90's, with some of the decorations probably older. The lights that were older than me broke last year.
On October 24-26 2014, The University of San Francisco invited parents and family to join the USF students for a fun Parents & Family Weekend on the Hilltop Campus.
When I was 3, my parents moved into a church that was built in the 1840's and began renovating it. My parents had just set up a swing for me on a tree in the graveyard surrounding our house. (It was the only tree that you COULD put a swing on, my parents arent weird or anything) I came in from playing one day and my parents asked me how my day was, and I told them I had a new friend named Sarah Jane Taylor, and that she was 3 years old and from a long time ago. My mom thought it was really cute that I had an imaginary friend. Mom told me that I played with Sarah for about a month or so before I met my old best friend Sheena. After that we kind of forgot about Sarah and I still played on the swing in the graveyard with Sheena and everything.
Fast forward a couple of years. I'm 5 and in kindergarten at this time. My dad was mowing the graveyard and a couple of feet from my swing he hit the corner of a stone. Dad went into the shed and got a shovel and dug up the grave. It was just one of those little flat ones, but it had sunk so it was completely vertical and he had a hell of a time getting it out. When he did, he cleaned it off and looked at it and it said
Sarah J. Taylor
Aged 3 yrs. & 10 mos.
died Dec. 4 1853