I like that truism from years past: “My mind’s made up; don’t confuse me with facts.” It really is a great example of truth-seeking versus self-seeking, because let’s face it, truth can be downright painful!
But then, so is a surgeon’s knife…
At this writing, I’m coming upon the one-year anniversary of my emergency appendectomy. We were on vacation with Bob’s whole family (and ours!) in a house ten thousand feet up the mountain in another state. Having “caught” a few of these cases through my office as a school nurse, I was certain that it was not my appendix, and I should know, right?
I have since adapted Tony Bennett’s immortal tune to read I Left My Appendix in Cedar City, Utah. (Doesn’t have quite the same crooner style to it.)
I was dumbfounded, completely Continue reading “Inquiring minds want to know…sometimes.”
The Seed Lady has returned! At least, that’s what Bob calls me. No, actually that’s what he says the birds call me. Although I have been grossly neglectful of keeping the several feeders filled for quite a long time now, I have finally gotten my act together in the hopes that the grackles and starlings stay away.
Yes, I am somewhat discriminatory about my birdseed…
My husband, the bio-prof, says that the avian brain is basically a visual cortex, or as his brother, the business major, interpreted, “see bug, eat bug.” Gleefully, I noticed that a mommy cardinal chose to grace my eating establishment with her morning presence! Sparrows came by also to test the menu. How cool, after all this time, I give them food, and somehow they find it. To paraphrase Kevin Costner, “if you feed them, they will come…”
Even so, I’m impressed by the birds’ innate Continue reading “Not so bird-brained?”