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The Story pg.3

A Room of His Own

We never knew if our foundling, WB, was a he or a she. But, because we connected his arriving with our son's leaving for Air Force boot camp, we always called it Wille or He. And he was given a room of his own. From the very beginning it was our hope that WB would grow, learn to eat and drink, fly, and some day be released to return to the sky with all of the other swallows that travel to and from this part of South Texas. Just as we had encouraged our own two children as they grew to be independent and self-sufficient, we knew it would be best for WB. So, we designated a room in our house for WB. His nest consisted of old cotton rags arranged in a small laundry basket. The basket was then set by an open window near other mud swallow nests. We were hoping this would encourage his vocalizing so that he would sound like the other swallows. We also left a radio playing softly nearby.....no not classical music to encourage the growth of his tiny brain.... probably our local country-western station to keep him company when we weren't home. Every time we would walk into that room he would throw back his head and strain his tiny beak open as wide as possible, bobbing up and down, in hopes a small morsel of wet cat food would land in it. During the first few days we avoided going into WB's room too often, even though we wanted to sit by his basket and just watch what he was doing. We felt like too much handling wouldn't be good for him. His first days were mostly sleeping and eating and bobbing with blind eyes, still covered with transparent eyelids. He grew quickly, his body thickened and lengthened. And the first evidence of feathers appeared. Have you ever watched feathers grow on a bird? We hadn't and we were amazed at what we saw.

The Story pg.2

A Foundling

WB was a foundling. The most amazing part of that statement was how that happened. The story Pops tells is that he was in the backyard. Mayday came from the frontyard and sat down at his feet. He didn't think much of it until Mayday started to whimper. When he didn't notice her, she continued to whine. He finally looked down at her and she had something she had layed on the ground she obviously wanted Pops to see. When Pops reached down to pick it up he realized it was a baby bird. Later he would discover the remains of a mud nest and two other babies on the ground. Sometimes when it is very dry the mud nests will not stay attached to the wall of the house and with a breeze will fall to the ground, shattering the nest and any contents. But this time, there was a survivor, WB. Think about that- a 5 month old mix breed mutt discovers a wiggling baby bird, retrieves it, and delivers it to Pops with an expression of "look here" and as Pops would later say, her eyes asked "what are you going to do about this?"

And what were we going to do about this? A baby bird to raise? Baby bird described is: no more than a day old, eyes still closed, absolutely no feathers, not even pin feathers, purplish pink wrinkled skin that is wiggling and opening its yellow edged mouth. After talking about it for a few minutes we decided we would give it a try. Fortunately cousins Walt and Martha had experience in raising baby birds they had shared with us so we had an idea of where to start. First was to be sure the baby was warm. Next to get it to eat.

Not being ornithologists and with absolutely no visible clues on WB as to what kind of bird we had, we just had to guess about food. W and M had explained how they would take dried cat food and soak it in water to feed their young birds, so that was what we decided to do. But how do you convince a one day old bird to open its mouth to take the food. Holding it near, tapping it on the beak didn't work. Pops solution was to scoop a little food on an orange stick (you ladies know what that is) and pry the baby's beak open. It took only two or three times before WB knew exactly what the tap on his beak and our voices was all about. Within a day all that was needed was for one of us to say something and that little beak flew open, anticipating another morsel. Feeding for the first week was around the clock. We fed every 2-3 hours and WB thrived.

Finally The Story

I've decided I am going to use this venue to finally write a story that I have promised myself for 10 years.... literally, 10 years. It will be written as I find/make the time to get the thoughts in my head arranged so that I am satisfied with what I am doing. My story is about a time when God gave Pops and me an opportunity that on the surface seemed to be all about another creature, but was, by far, more about us.

This is our story of Free Willie......yes, I know a movie has already been made (and maybe a book written) with this same title. But, in reality, that is what we called this experience. In this written account, I think I will refer to this Willie as WB. That would be for Willie Bird or it could be WS- Willie Swallow or WCS- Willie Cliff Swallow. Yes, that's right, the creature God brought to us was a common cliff or house swallow. The dark, blue black insectivors that race around the sky capturing meals. They build mud and grass nests in the most inconvenient places, over doorways or walkways, over patio furniture, leaving mounds of bird droppings in the worst of places. Until this particular summer, I had battled against them by spraying ammonia water in the areas I didn't want them to nest or knocking down the nests as they were being built. But WB was to change our whole outlook.

To really begin this story I also have to include one of our canine companions, Mayday. It was Mayday who brought WB to us. At the time she was only a pup, about 5 months old. She had been rescued from the dog pound on May 1st and so received her name, "Mayday". Of all the animals I have ever spent time with, I have never known a spirit any more gentle than hers. Her story is one that should also be told. Maybe that will be at another time.

The story of WB had it's beginning one morning in July, shortly after we had delivered our youngest to the United States Air Force Academy for summer training prior to entering their world of academics. Right here is where we should have realized that God had sent this little creature to us for a purpose. Our youngest had left the nest to pursue a future in the skies. Yes, we were "empty nesters" and feeling it all the way home in that long drive from Colorado Springs to South Texas. Once home, the void not yet filled, we filled our thoughts with support for our son. We even ran and worked out because we knew that would be what he was doing. It was a form of spiritual moral support. And a form of prayer for his strength and endurance.

technology helpme!!!!

After 6+ months searching for my next phone, I finally decided on a Samsung Impression. It is a kissing cousin to the iPhone...... without the iPhone charges. There are, of course, some differences. I think this phone will be a perfect transition phone to touch screen 3G technology.... but this old dog will have to study her help manual to learn the new tricks. So, if you try to call me, leave me a message and give me a little time. I WILL get back. Another of life's little adventures!!!!

Are they coming back?

Yesterday we saw a "horny toad" aka Texas horned lizard.......

for the first time in quite a while. I was walking with the dogs in the early morning and noticed RA stopped along our fence line- out of the truck- looking under the truck. I thought he had snagged a piece of fence wire under his truck and was trying to untangle it. But when I got to him he said he had seen a horny toad and was afraid it had run under the pickup. RA is notorious for spotting horny toads while driving down the road- I am always amazed. Just about the time we had decided it had moved on to the other side of the fence, RA looked down and it was at the tip of his boot.

I hope this is a good sign that they are increasing in numbers here at our place.

sweet basil ideas???

My sweet basil is thriving, but it is going to seed. I cut off over half of the stalks and leaves and I'm drying them in the dehydrator. Any other suggestions on what to do with so much basil at one time??? A. Lee-Lee would say " put them on a tomato and mayo sandwich".

The Valley of the Jolly (H0-Ho-Ho) Green Giant

The past month I have been watching the progress of these three century plant blooms. They are in the yard of friends- Rusty and Caroline. It just so happens their yard is just across the street from the parking lot I drive from each afternoon and these "giant asparagus" have been silhouetted against the sky.

Last week I finally stopped to visit with Rusty about how large these three plants have become. He said they are about 6 years old. He has no idea why they are growing so large. Several others around the community are also putting on large blooms.

Another teacher ( and friend), Elizabeth, also came over to talk about the plants. This week's addition to the blooming were all of the smaller blooms coming off of the "pups". Rusty estimated the blooms on the large plants to be about 30 feet high. Supposedly, the century plant dies after it has bloomed. If that is true, there will be a big bald spot in the middle of all of that cluster of plants.

The Gardening Bug

Like so many postings I have read recently, we too have been bitten by the "gardening bug". Now, this isn't anything new to us. I remember when we first moved to this place, we used to garden a huge vegetable garden, probably 15 X 30 feet, maybe more. RA would take the tractor and plow to the flat part of the pasture (off of the hill, east of the house) and plow it first so it wouldn't be so hard to work the soil. Then we would run water lines from the pump. It was quite an operation. It has been years since we gardened on that scale, but we have always had a small garden outside the yard fence- with mostly tomatoes and squash. This year the tomatoes are growing like crazy- lots of small green tomatoes forming. I also have two kinds of bell peppers, oregano, basil, and a beautiful grapevine starting.


I'm also adding flowering plants this year- in hopes of enticing more butterflies and hummingbirds. My additions include Esperanza, agapanthus and firebush. I had never seen agapanthus before yesterday when I stopped at a nursery near Bulverde. Then I stopped at another outstandng nursery on I-10 just outside Boerne. Here are examples of what I bought:

AGAPANTHUS

MEXICAN FIREBUSH

Not knowing the name of this plant, I used it as an illustration when I was talking about the "burning bush" with my pre-school Sunday school class. In the summer the yellow butterflies are attracted to it. With the red blooms and yellow butterflies it looks like the bush is on fire!!

YELLOW ESPERANZA

These are just about the brightest yellow flower in this part of the country. And with a name like "Hope", I just had to have one. Once again, it will attract butterflies and hummingbirds.

Variegated White African violet

The nursery I visited in Boerne bills itself as an African violet nursery, something you don't see very often around here. Well, let me tell you, it's a whole lot more than just African violets. They had at least 10 long green houses open to the public as well as an acre, if not two, of plants outside on the grounds. I have always loved raising African violets and had been looking for a white one. Grandmother Smylie had a beautiful white violet on her kitchen table for years. I had never seen the variegated leaves before, so I am excited to try to grow this one. It is a small starter plant, only 5 leaves with two blooms. It may be a challenge.

Some time this week I will go outside and take pictures of Ray's beautiful tomato plants. He's very proud of them this year.

A Great Evening

For those who were with me this evening........ It was a great evening. The friends, the food, the funny stories...... and then the land where we will all gather again in 4 weeks. Here is the recipe for the Sopapilla Cheesecake so many of you asked for. And then Big Al's Margaritas.


Enjoy-


Sopapilla Cheesecake

Ingredients:
2 (8oz) pkgs. Cream cheese
2(8oz) pkgs. Refrigerated crescent dinner rolls
1 c. sugar
1 tskp. Vanilla extract or almond extract
½ c. margarine or butter melted
½ c cinnamon sugar (combine about ½ c. sugar with 1 Tbsp. cinnamon)

1) Using a 9 X 13 baking pan, unroll one package of refrigerated crescent rolls in the bottom of the pan.
2) Flatten. (spread them out with your fingers- don’t separate)
3) Mix together the cream cheese, sugar, and extract.
4) Spread over the crescent rolls.
5) Unroll the other can of rolls and place them on top of the cream cheese mixture.
6) Pour one stick of melted butter or margarine over the top and sprinkle with the ½ cup of cinnamon sugar mixture.
7) Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.

Makes 12-20 servings…….. very rich!!!!


Big Al's Margaritas

1 can frozen limeade concentrate (12 oz makes a pitcher)
1 can tequila
1/2 can triple sec
Add water to the strength you want..... usually 2-3 cans.

Salt the rim of your favorite margarita glass. Add ice and margarita.

Drink cautiously..... the taste can be deceiving.


YUMMMMMM