Inquiring minds want to know…sometimes.

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

Not so bird-brained?

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