“The Miracle Mourning Dove, the Miracle Continues; Release Update!”

“we should instead be inspired by their symbol of hope, peace and the Holy Spirit.”

Today was the day to free the Miracle Mourning Dove from a captive and protective environment back into the great outdoors or the wild elements.  As it turned out the Dove had made an adjustment to being confined and time was on its side to rest long enough to fully recuperate from the harrowing ordeal of blasting through a glass window pane which surely must have left the poor little fine feathered friend with some aching body parts to say the least; as the impact should have broken the fragile hollow bones of the bird leading to some compound fractures and torn tissue or internal injuries!  But, our friend was a Miraculous Special Bird that happened to make it through that even and to then be found by me on the garage floor not moving and initially taken for dead. With chard’s of broken glass strewn all over the floor and on a car parked in the garage it to me was a forgone conclusion that no small bird could be traveling with enough velocity to blow out the glass window pane with feathers lying about and the bird motionless, it seemed easy enough to surmise it had broken its neck!  But, I was to find out that appearances certainly can be deceiving and making assumptions with such an occurrence isn’t unexpected under the circumstances, but still isn’t the right thing to do; because as it turned out this was a “Miracle Mourning Dove” not just a bird.

I would say that in comparison if one of us were to start running as fast as we can and then with our head aimed directly at a fixed panel or two of sheet rock or dry wall with the intent of blasting though it unscathed that would be similar to the dynamic physical forces applied to such an event and what it would feel like to do what the Dove had done.  Needless to say if not very seriously injured requiring a trip to the ER that would be amazing enough for one of us to accomplish, but even if that were the case or not, either way anyone doing that would be extremely sore for days if not weeks probably hobbling around like a near cripple; if at all possible!  But, this bird was remarkably intact and functional although very sore I’m sure so the rest and TLC it got from December 11 to today January 11 turned out to be “ample and timely” because the outdoor temperature had dropped for the foreseeable future now that we are heading into mid-winter and the milder daytime highs were long gone since the crash though the window. And the Dove living in a comfortable 70 degree home my concern was mounting for too much of a shock  for the  bird with subfreezing and down toward zero temperatures on the way!  That is until this weekend, because a January thaw just kicked in this morning and the daytime high got up into the mid 60’s F. For the last week or so the temp barely got into the low 40’s and at night freezing hovering around 32 degrees and lower some nights.  So an acclimation or transitional temperature variance was available it turns out today and tomorrow to give the Dove a smoother adjustment to the elements and getting back into the swing of things.  I was very pumped up how this all by fate or “divine providence” was working to the advantage of the Dove, so that a poor little bird that shouldn’t even be alive was now going to have the best shot at getting back into its groove or the flow with all the other Doves that frequent this area around my home.

The only thing that bothered me was when I brought the “temporary container home” for the dove outside to release it the wind suddenly picked up and just at the second I was preparing my video camera to record the “Miracle Mourning Dove” leaving the container and taking flight, which I was hoping would be a nice gentle walk out onto the surrounding ground and getting its bearing, then thinking to itself, I’m FREE and in earnest flapping its wings happily rising up out of the immediate area not feeling confined or restricted in this man-made prison that it had  to call home for a month anymore; it would dart on up into the beautiful trees that it had so often sat in waiting for the right time to fly down around my home getting various seeds that I lay out for them all; or other times how for long periods it would just be roosting up there in one of those large trees about 150 feet away with many other mourning doves. Well, my expectation was immediately shaken to the core, when a huge gust of wind perhaps as much as 50 to 60 MPH came blasting through the area taking the plastic container lid off and flinging it like a piece of paper, then the whole container lifted up and flipped over before I could hardly react; and I had only turned the camera on at that very second and getting lined up, focused and steady was virtually impossible, but I also found that the direction that the Dove  flew as it exited the container just as it began to tumble over was straight up into the direction of the bright Sun as it broke through some clouds; so the glare in my eyes blinded me for that moment and I had to hope that at least a few frames of video would give me a view of the Dove’s departure.  As it turns out, I believe I have a frame of the bird a good 100 feet into the air with the powerful gusts of wind ruffling its feathers as it fought its way through the  waves of fast moving air, sort of how we play in the ocean surf, and with all that heavy resistance the bird was being put through the hurtles fast but as my sister later told me; “God gave it a boot in the butt to get back to reality,” which I agreed and added back, into the wild world of survival; out of the lap of luxury or soft life of pampering that I had provided for my beautiful fine feathered little friend.

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I admit I felt sad about that part because I think I love all animals so much and want to pamper or baby them giving them a break, and lots of TLC; but that isn’t natural and they won’t make it out in the real world if they get used to my ways and will become an easy target for only God knows what!  But, to my glee after I got to looking around I saw a couple of Mourning doves sitting in one of those trees and then suddenly another one joined them making that special number 3, which to me was the acknowledgement I needed to say in my mind and heart that everything is going to be fine; and it’s in the hands of God!  He took over where I had to leave off.

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So, Yes I miss my little fine feathered friend and wish I could still be keeping it home-bound and letting it know I care what happens to it while providing all the basic essentials too!  But that isn’t what it was meant to live like and actually gyps or robs it of the instinctual predicate of sailing through the air high in the sky and being with its own kind as tough as it can be at times in the harsh elements, that God made it capable of fitting into that ecosystem and performing some amazing feats of existence; and yes even once in a while becoming a “Miracle Mourning Dove!”

God’s Blessings!

Lawrence  Morra

A split second before the powerful wind came to bring the bird back up into wild sky!

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“Fight Back Like a Fire Breathing Dragon; I Will Not be Defeated”

I won’t be defeated by lies or nefarious weak devils, who want to destroy me, no, no, I will turn into a fire breathing dragon

Yes, someone sparked my imagination and I just had to let this out!!!!   Part me, Part what the world did to me!!!

Life can be complicated or simple and usually we get some of both regardless of our disposition!  I used to be called a procrastinator by my Dad but then I could just decide, that’s it I’m going to LA and toss my suit cases and tool boxes into my car trunk and in a few days I was in LA checking out the beaches and then UCLA!  Then right from that I was in the WB Studios or Burbank Studios as well.  As far as knowing more than I say; in my case it was a match I know a lot to be honest but I talk about stuff I know just as much as I think it, which means I’m almost none stop mouth piece built into my brain.  I think I shoulda gone with the suggestion of “Radio DJ Talk Show Host” I got thrown at me a few times or the other was, laugh here; auctioneer!  I do notice a lot too, but did miss a few very important signals a few times and “got burned big time,” so that is a big one to be sharp on!

That people hating how you show them up for how dumb ass they are did happen; or outright jealousy did get in my way but not as much as life did sometimes, so it’s all about rolling with the punches I would say now!  You know; get up, brush yourself off, and get moving on to the next chapter, and just be better prepared next time!

I think the control issue isn’t so bad with me I really prefer to be congenial and kind but just being so sure of myself and what I will or won’t do can make me seem hard or controlling even.  But, I’m good with admitting when I’m wrong and want to try hard to fix things always!

OH, I’ve had fire in me plenty of times, passion or ambition came and went but just like romance and infatuation did too!  Life is like that, because people are fickle and unpredictable if you know what I mean; unless you get a steady as a rock almost saintly one, which is harder to find in the modern day fast paced me, me world!  I know my grand’s and other old-timers would tell me stories about the simple times way back when and it does seem beautiful in many ways that there was way less pressure to prove shit for them back then, but they had more time to grow slowly in their work and family through genuine love and daily, sweat of the brow.  Not this overly competitive trying to get more and do better than the next one asinine worldly BS!

Oh man; so I know about what someone’s lies can do and they did to me, then the truth was all that could set me free, from the pain and headache or heartache the liar can cause!  This is the worst area of your piece here, the lies and backstabbing some rotten people do to another; and I mean life altering horror!  Not quite Edgar Allen Poe, but, A Little House of Horrors, perhaps?

But, when the going is tough the tough get going, and that is my story, I won’t be defeated by lies or nefarious weak devils, who want to destroy me, no, no, I will turn into a fire breathing dragon, if I must; to push back to the edge of the earth if need be!

Ohhhh, this next one about doing it to myself I sure did and in more ways than one!  Yea, and once you do that to yourself I learned it isn’t always easy to undo it to myself.  Most of it was bad shit too, so I think doing that to yourself isn’t all it’s cracked up to being; at all!

Well, I’ll exit stage left here as I know I’m on a rant and if it keeps up you’ll really think I’m crazy if you don’t already!  Ya catch my drift!  CIAO!  Or is it Meow!!!

Tiger of the neighborhood

Lawrence Morra

PS If I didn’t bore you completely and you have a bit of Tiger in you just continue another moment and read my comment below! I decided to not add this additional commentary to the body of the Blog, but to instead separate some this way to leave an option! Which life doesn’t always give to us; or are our options what we decide they are?  Hey, at least I’m giving you one this way upfront!  Fair enough wouldn’t you say!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Miracle Mourning Dove

“we should instead be inspired by their symbol of hope, peace and the Holy Spirit”

Yesterday afternoon just as the sun was setting I was doing some typing when I thought I heard a sound just outside of the house but it was so faint and quick I continued on until I needed to get another bowl of my homemade chicken soup I had just made earlier.  About a half hour later I was in the kitchen straightening up and saw that I needed to shut off a water drip I started at the bird bath out back in the morning because the temperature had gotten well above freezing so I wanted to provide the birds with that opportunity for the day after the recent snowstorm and icy conditions the previous day.  I took care of that and turned to head back in through the garage when I saw a pane of glass was smashed out of the overhead garage door and immediately upon going over to see what had happened I saw shards of glass all over the floor and on the trunk lid of an old antique car I have on that side of the garage.  Looking further even though it was just about dark now I saw a dove lying on the floor just below the rear of the car completely motionless with the broken glass all around it, and realizing what amount of force it took to propel through that window and birds being so delicate boned it was a forgone conclusion it was dead.

Dove after going through window and falling off carSo I turned to go back into the house to get some duct tape to cover over that window area until I could buy a piece of glass at the hardware and repair it.  I no sooner got out there again and began taking long lengths of tape, applying them like a sort of bandage over the opening when my foot almost stepped on the dead bird but in the nick of time I felt my foot that very split second coming down on something other than the flat concrete floor when simultaneously there was a sudden flurry of wings flapping and the thought to be dead bird was trying to flee from my foot and got over to the other side of the garage!   I walked over to the dove and promptly spoke gently to it and scooped it up in my hands, and to my amazement the bird was alive and showed no signs of any major feathers missing but just some of its smaller downy ones had gotten torn away and surprisingly there were no bloody wounds either!  More amazing its neck had not broken or one of its wings which should have snapped like a twig in the impact.  Its eyes blinked as I spoke softly to it and said you hang on now you poor little baby, I’m going to bring you in the house and give you a place to rest and recuperate until tomorrow!  I had rescued a pigeon in the area last year so I had bought a large Tupperware storage container and made air vent holes in it which was actually stored away in the garage, so I went over to the shelf and grabbed it with one hand while I kept the bird with my other hand close to my chest and started to head into the house.  Once inside where it was well lit I could see the bird looked totally intact and so I placed some newspaper in the container for catching its droppings.  I put the bird in closing the lid and setting the temporary home in a quiet area of the house.

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This bird had really gone through an unbelievable ordeal most likely with a hawk in hot pursuit when its fight or flight instinct kicked in and it flew like a bat out of hell to get away in such a panic and as well as it being dimmer light out there so late in the day, while putting every bit of its energy into escaping the deadly hawk, it must have just turned the wrong way and slammed itself into that glass window pane going completely through it and onto the car in the garage which took a lot of force, enough in fact that in my estimation from my science knowledge of physics it should have at least broken its neck not to mention the multiple shards of glass all over the place, with a high probability that at least one of them should have ripped or gashed and even impaled the poor unfortunate bird!  But, I have to say “miraculously” the little dove is looking like it has a good shot at beating all of the odds with my intervention.  So, calling it a day I headed off to bed and hoped for the best saying a prayer for the “mourning dove;” wondering what “morning” would bring.

Dove by Curtian.jpgThis morning after a quiet rest all night I checked in on our little fine feathered friend and it was completely alert and a bit feisty, so I gave it a tray with water and another with bird seeds that I keep around to feed the many birds that come to visit each day as long as I’m able to do it.  All day the bird was calm in its protective little house I provided and I had checked in a few times again noticing how the dove was walking a little and ate some seed.  The condition of the bird was amazing to say the least and it did seem to be fully functional as it occasionally was flapping its wings!  So as the afternoon progressed and the daylight was fading fast I decided to chance a trial with the dove to see if it was in a big hurry to get back to its normal life, so we headed outside.  I placed our fine feathered friend down on the ground and it hesitated a few seconds but then started flapping its wings again as it did earlier in its temporary home.  This time it got airborne and flew about thirty feet down range but only a couple of feet off the ground, so it just didn’t have the power or strength to fly high into the sky at this point and the risk paid off because now we know the dove can fly but will need some serious recuperation and time to overcome its most likely sore and bruised body or muscles; but the prognosis is good.

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Meanwhile here is some very interesting background information about these special little birds.  I know this bird came to me for a reason!

Lawrence Morra

 



 



 

What Did the Skunk Tell Me and You?

having Faith is always the key to never give up the ship

I bet you like me would never have thought that a skunk would give a person a valuable lesson or message.

On Saturday September 28th at approximately 2 AM I awoke from a sound sleep to the overwhelming pungent odor of a skunk having sprayed something which I thought must have been a nocturnal battle between a skunk and some other animal because it had to be an all-out attack of some kind as the windows were all sealed up tight, so for that odor to permeate the home inside to such a degree meant the skunk had to have released “all its got” upon the adversary.  I put on the AC to cut down on the odor and went back to sleep.  After waking again around sun rise I got up and made some breakfast for both me and my dog and soon after instead of heading outside for a morning walk I instead decided to make a trip to the super market early, and on the way back would stop at a discount store to buy some suet cakes for the birds because I had ran out of them and like to put them out for all the birds that come around my home.

I was just getting back after the errands and pulling up in front of my house when suddenly this guy who also lives in the area and walks by often with his Chihuahua yelled out, “hey Lawrence I just saw this skunk over there near that old car,” which is parked by a neighbor’s home and some open space next to some large hedges separating the properties.  I told him thanks for the heads up and went on into my house to get my dog so we could have a morning walk, when I noticed that another neighbor down the road had come outside and was talking to the fella that advised me of the skunk which in turn led these other neighbors to call the police who dispatched an animal control officer.  When I got back from the walk the animal control officer was looking around near the old car so I put my dog in the house and went out to talk with the officer!  I told her that over the years I’ve noticed the occasional skunk or raccoon during the twilight or early morning hours in the area mostly foraging and then as suddenly as they appear they usually disappear probably moving on as they tend to just pass through the area.  I mentioned how during the night hours I had woken to the skunk odor so maybe some animal tried to tangle with this skunk and this skunk will probably just be moving on, but that I’ll keep an eye open during the day just in case; if there is an issue with this animal I’ll let them know.  The officer looked around a bit more and then she decided it looked like that may have already happened and the skunk disappeared.

After I had gone into the house and taken care of a few chores inside I again headed out to do some chores around the property so with my dog by my side we went out front when suddenly I saw the skunk heading toward us from across the road.  I quickly brought my dog inside to avoid her becoming agitated and of course didn’t want to get the skunk feeling threatened and possibly my dog or me getting sprayed.  After putting my dog inside I went out to investigate and suddenly the skunk started out from some large shrubs along the front perimeter of my home heading straight for me as though it had intent on coming right up to me!  I’m very friendly with all of the wildlife in the vicinity of my home and especially in the winter when the animals are stressed with the ground frozen and covered with snow I like to put out seeds and nuts for them at the base of trees so that any squirrels, rabbits, birds or whatever little critter is hurting for a meal can stop by for a free one.  Sometimes when out there putting out a few treats with my dog, as I often do I will be talking to my dog and because the animals know my voice and scent of  course  they  start coming out or down from the trees and approach me, but not usually the skunks because they are more nocturnal and we don’t even have much opportunity to run into each other except on an occasional evening when I might be sitting out back with my dog who is very used to accepting all the animals well enough to sit calmly with me and won’t budge unless I say to.  During daylight hours sometimes a squirrel, rabbit or bird will practically come right up to us and be looking for a treat.  But with this skunk I knew this wasn’t the reason it approached especially during daylight hours, so of course I knew something was wrong but because there is the potential of the animal being rabid I had to be stand offish, along with the possibility that some other factor of territory or fight/flight reaction was in play and I sure didn’t want to get sprayed.  That actually happened to one of young dogs long ago and in just washing the powerful odor out of my dogs coat I became as permeated with it for days, a lesson well learned so as not to let my pup go running into a neighbor’s property when off the leash doing some business and tangle with a skunk that I hadn’t seen but the dog did!

But, what I became aware of as this all unfolded and I watched from outside and when inside my home as well, was that the odor at 2 AM wasn’t due to a fight between animals but that this frantic skunk I had been observing had in fact had a mate that was hit by a car during the early morning hours and that the injured skunk had somehow crawled off the road after being struck or the mate dragged her into these bushes that I was now beginning to notice him doing as the afternoon progressed but he was actually dragging his dead mates body under the old car and once there he began digging, I’m sure to cover her from the predators or any scavengers which was heart breaking to watch.  I decided right then to help and knew I needed some mint oil I could buy at a local Ace Hardware store so I jumped into my Jeep and drove there right away!  While there I ran into a guy I used to be acquainted with who worked for an International Corporation that I used to work for and we just talked about those good old days and how there were lots of great guys we knew working there and got caught up a bit. This guy Jeff knew one particular guy I used to work with out on the road driving interstate for some years on and off and how he was a great family man who also liked helping nature and animals so I felt this all added up to being a God Sent to keep on; that this was the right direction and that God wanted me to keep following this path!  We said good bye after checking out of the store and had exchanged numbers so we can talk again sometime.

I drove back home and I went to that neighbor that has the old car parked by the hedges and pointed out what actually had happened in detail now that I had all the pieces to the puzzle and we watched from a deck staircase area as I explained and pointed out where the skunk was.  Then as he heard our voices talking he came toward us I’m sure because he recognized this voice of mine like animals do here and I think he was seeking my help or at least something to give him a sense of direction. perhaps even comfort as I’m sure he felt crushed inside to be sporadically traumatized seeing his dead mate; from how peacefully things had been before this fateful previous night.  The neighbor hurried back inside wanting to make certain of not being sprayed as I watched the little guy and said, “Just don’t spray me; I’m going to help you with this now.”  As he walked around just a couple of feet from me under the wooden steps to the deck I sprayed some mint oil around into the air and near the steps which did act as a mild repellent and he went off toward my property and out of sight behind some fencing.  I jumped into action and ran home into my garage and got a shovel and sprinted back to the car because I knew the skunk could be back any moment and being confused perhaps not understanding what I was doing with his mate he may very well instinctively spray me.  I had asked my neighbor already if I can retrieve the dead skunk from under the car and could I just dig a hole a few feet down to bury it and probably that will end this dilemma doing us all some good and she said, “by all means sure, absolutely!”  I did it quickly and mission accomplished in time, because then as I continued to monitor the situation I saw that the skunk was spending time on my property and then on some adjacent land, which seemed to indicate he may have caught on to my intervention and was making some kind of adjustment internally and felt a good change coming or in the air.  Also, after the burial I had ran back home and on my concrete driveway I dossed the shovel with gasoline and lit it up to sterilize it and just as it lay burning which drew most of my attention there to it, the skunk came hobbling or almost lumbering as they do as fast as he could toward me and the burning shovel catching me by surprise.  I was a bit startled just as he must have been to see fire dead ahead of him; and never having seen it or known what it is or how dangerous, it still went up to it until the heat and reality of a danger struck him in the face.   He didn’t run from it but to my surprise walked as close as he could to it like a fighter to face it and then went around it and on to his continued trek up and around the front of my home as I called to him saying, “its going to be OK now little fella!”  As a sister of mine said to me in a conversation about battles we face in life and some I personally have in recent years and how she thought I have brass ones, which I have to say I think the skunk does too or at least he does now after interacting with me for the short time he did, “knowing I was there the whole time to back him up” but still maintaining a distance all the while my watchful eye wouldn’t be going away and ultimately “we worked together” to get through this difficult time and in the process learned so much more about each other!

So night would be coming soon and things were calming down when as I walked around the front of my home toward the road I looked up and perhaps a hundred feet away a man was walking in my direction and yelled out, “hello!”  He had a paper in his hand and I said, “what are you selling,” and said, “nothing,” when all of a sudden I realized I know this guy and we used to talk several years ago when he would walk by on his way from his parent’s home about a mile away to one of the Catholic churches about another mile away from my home.  I said, “oh wait it’s you John wow; I haven’t seen you in ages and how are you?”  He said, “Yes I’ve been away and lived in Boston for a while and still working toward becoming a priest!”  I told him, “fantastic and so good to see you again,” so we talked there about the ordeal I just experienced and he said while we talked he saw the skunk just as we began talking and I hadn’t mentioned it yet, so he thought it was like a pet because it got up fairly close behind me as if it was used to me and belonged there, so he didn’t think anything odd of it, as it then went off into the bushes and shrubs.  I went on to tell how the skunk kept sadly circling around all afternoon and I buried his mate but he many times during the experience kept coming right at me and John said, “aw he wanted some love,” and I said, “you know you’re right he just wanted to get some consoling and to know he is loved!”  I didn’t want John to be late to church so I said, “hey if you don’t mind I’ll take the walk with you to the main road which isn’t so far and going in your direction so then we can get caught up on the way!”  We went over some of the major events that had occurred with me and how had to do a lot of studying and work with the church and now was back to stay here at least for a while and we agreed to keep in contact better from now on.

Later after nearly a couple of hours had passed since parting ways with John and nightfall was approaching, when I went outside after having a little dinner and caught the young guy with the Chihuahua again who was walking passed my home, so I had to let him know how it all worked out and how the skunk apparently was adjusting back to his more normal behavior and that he wouldn’t have to be too concerned when walking by that old car with his little dog but just to keep an eye open until we’re sure.  I was then talking to this guy about God which actually came up naturally in the conversation and how with faith we get though all things this life can toss our way and God is in charge so we just need to try our best to follow His will.  Suddenly coming up on the road behind me as we talked as I had just turned slightly to see if the skunk was still being resolved now as it was getting dark and he may be more prone to show up following his paths again; when who shows up behind me this time not the skunk but it’s John going back to his parents from church.  At that instant I said, “and speaking of God as we just were, this is another man I know John,” and introduced them to each other as they shook hands.  It seems like the God connection to every bit of this daily journey was complete, but as we all realized it was getting dark and need to call it a day we all said have a good night and John and I talked a couple of minutes and then he walked off.

I went inside my house and got ready to install a new garbage disposal under the kitchen sink and as I got into it I had to stand up and get another tool when I see out on the open property to the rear of my home a dog running like the wind all over the place and noticed a van with the obvious owner standing by it so I wanted to check to see who it was as it was very low light and hard to make out who it was for sure from the distance we were apart; but no matter who, I was going to mention the distraught skunk and to keep an eye open so they don’t confront each other.  When I approached I could see it was another old neighbor going way back who I hadn’t seen lately but he has family living nearby even were the skunk had  made some paths.  Turns out he wanted to see what had happened with the skunk after hearing about it via his relative and brought his dog an Irish Wolfhound for the ride and was letting it stretch its legs as it did occasionally near his own home.  I thought there seems to be some freedom and natural order in the air now and this dog just showed us the joy of life that God created to cap off the day!

This led me to of course contemplate the day’s events and again being an animal lover as I am, appreciating all of God’s little creatures and this Joy of Life we and they feel I couldn’t help but focus again on my little skunk friend!  How he went from being lost and frantic reaching out to a tough and even cruel world for some help or like John said, “aw he wanted some love.”  That little creature went through the full spectrum of emotions or what it is to be happy and sad all in one day!  I could now see clearly he had needed to find balance again!  But he was feeling so much loss and separation and seemed to be aimlessly wandering and wasn’t; he was retracing all of his recent footsteps and paths that he walked in the night with his companion or mate and was truly stuck in that mode to be doing it in broad daylight when he is a fairly slow moving target for predators or anything else that might come up in the man-made world; but even so he was compelled to search and not give up trying.  He like all the animal critters  in my immediate area for at least a quarter mile radius know me as the friendly caring human  that talked to the wildlife when  they are being close up and more personal toward me, knowing I have rewarding treats like getting a free snack the way we humans starting as children to adulthood like a piece of pie or free fruit and candy, so too the animals can appreciate something they don’t get easily on their own or at all; but is so delicious they can’t pass it up.  So they overcome general instinctual distrust or fear and give hope a chance to take root.

While this traumatized mammal walked it seems aimlessly over and over again all the trails it followed nightly on its foraging expeditions it was seeking balance and as it saw me out there it kept trying to come to me for what the man John I hadn’t seen in a few years said when he saw was going on; it was “looking for some love,” a helping hand in time of need!   Yes, as the animal actually knew of me and didn’t feel lack of trust but believed enough in me to know I would do him no harm he kept looking for me as he went in what seemed circles struggling to make heads or tails out of a horrific traumatic end to his happy relationship with his mate.  As the day progressed I did get closer but never so close that I would do what I wanted to do which was to cuddle and pet the little guy and tell him everything will be fine in time you will have a mate again and you will have young kits of your own to enjoy with your mate and help a new generation begin.  But him knowing I took care of the deceased mate gave him comfort and he didn’t have that dead body in his face reminding him that something tragic just happened and how ill equipped he felt or was to fix it all.  That is us too; without our Creator we are suffering and at other times so happy to be alive and when in doubt or confused and broken in our hearts we seek out the one we know will do right by us and never would harm us, our Maker!  We are all learning and helping each other to learn what God wants us to learn, yes even sometimes from a skunk!  I see a demonstration in this event of God’s telling us that having Faith is always the key to never give up the ship as the Captain would say and we all know that perseverance and hanging in there is first and foremost to anything that lives so I was there to reassure the little critter in a time of great need and then he was able to carry on and do what God intended he do which is to live his life out as a skunk the best it can and just accept the good with the bad so that the optimum good will be derived from that life and in the end result of all of this world God will have the final say in every single thing, no two ways about it; He is the all-knowing and all powerful Creator who will have His accounting for everything He made out of His eternal infinite love!  Trust in the Lord and turn it over to Him so you can each day get up and say, thank You God for all You have given to me and this world, I thank You in the name of Jesus Christ as I have complete faith in You and that You will direct my paths until You are ready to take me from here to where You dwell forever!  Amen.

Lawrence Morra

What did the Skunk tell me and You; not Peeyew!

A Special Dog Angel

“with God anything is possible,”

A Priest told me something special one day while talking about the painful loss of my dog “Angel.”

What a sweet kind little being, a Samoyed who I didn’t name but had adopted her from a family with a hardship that gave her that name, and they wanted her to just get a great home which she did, with me.  When I met the family and Angel she came to me almost immediately which they said was so unusual because she had been a timid and shy dog even when relatives or close friends came by to visit.  When we met it was a sudden  comfort and joy to know each other and Angel knew I was special to her just like I knew she was special to me, I loved her and wanted to do all I could to be kind and helpful to her.  Those qualities rub off on each other because she was my best friend in reality and I was of course hers and more; even a savior of sorts in her spirit.

She hadn’t been spayed as the family that had owned her bought her from a breeder and they considered letting her have a litter of pups.  Funny thing was I just met a couple several towns away from my home while doing my work one day who had a champion male Samoyed.  Angel’s veterinarian said not to put her though all that, but I had a feeling it was what Angel wanted and needed.  So she got be a mom and had 6 beautiful fluffy white adorable puppies and from then on Angel showed what an Angel she really was!  She basked in her motherhood and was so sweet and attentive to her babies, so much so it brought me to tears.  I had worked as a photojournalist for a television station some years prior so I jumped into gear and documented the whole process of her transforming from being a timid little girl to being a wonderful matriarch of her 6 pups and me her best friend being just as attached.  Funny too was she had 6 which was just the number of children my mother had so that with everything else about the whole story fit to a “T”.

Once several years later there was the time when I was checking the oil in my Jeep out in the garage while Angel was in the back with two of her daughters which I had decided to keep with her as she deserved family of her own kind that she loved so much; with her for life.  They had been in the back yard a few minutes when Angel came up to my right leg and next to my boot ever so gently she was placing a new born squirrel that had fallen out of the dray up in one of the huge maple trees out there.  Earlier that morning when still sleeping after it being a very hot night, so I had the AC on and that fact with the windows all shut meant any typical outdoor sounds around my home were drowned out.  Angel stirred a few times and I just told her we’ll get up in a while.  She obviously could hear with her ultrasonic hearing ability the faint sounds of distress by the squirrels out there which I had no clue about.  Hours later when she recovered the baby it was in shock from the heat and dehydration,  so all I  could do was give it comfort as it passed.

Angel was amazing all the years I had her with me, and when I told a priest how bad a time I was having with the loss and that I felt like I failed Angel and should have done more, perhaps I could have done something to keep her on earth longer, to which he said, “oh, you gave her such a bad life,” of course making me snap out of it knowing I had treated her like an Angel, then he went on and he told me that he went through a very identical trauma when his former dog died which the children of the parish had given to him as a Christmas gift and that her name was Angel also.  My God, I thought; I had only just met and befriended this priest after the loss of a family member and hadn’t been to that church before.  I was crying by now as I told him that a man at work who studied to be a priest but didn’t continue on to be ordained because God through an epiphany showed him a better direction his life should go to serve the Lord’s will.  This man that I had known through work was very well read and highly intellectual and I thought he would give me something reassuring when I mentioned the loss of my Angel.  I told him how I have to see her again someday hopefully in the next world; but to my shock he said the Bible doesn’t tell us that animals are going to heaven but, “we his children are if we are worthy.”  I argued with him that for me to be happy in heaven or anywhere I have to see my Angel again and be her friend forever.  This man told me I was being selfish and not letting go, but this all didn’t add up to me.  When I told the priest all of this, as I wept like a child he looked straight into my eyes smiling and said, “Lawrence  just remember this, with God anything is possible, so rejoice in that truth because it’s all in God’s hands and He wants you to be happy.”

So why did this past event about Angel come to mind immediately while reading your beautifully written thoughts and words; I think what the priest told me applies here too and all of what you speak to, because it is all in God’s hands, but most important here is “with God anything is possible,” he does love us beyond comprehension and that must entail filling us with all the best imagined ideas we can ever come up with, and Angel is certainly a great idea to include, so I’m sure God works it all out perfectly and we will rejoice beyond measure when we are in paradise with Jesus Christ our Lord, Savior and Redeemer.

Lawrence Morra

“What no eye has seen, no ear heard, or the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him.”

 

Mission Accomplished

dreaming about talking to some lady and having feelings in the dream of something being imperative

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED-Another Turtle Doesn’t Bite the Dust

I awoke very early this morning and found a message about my recent Blog post “Do You Think This Is A Joy Ride?”  This message struck me as being simple, pure and genuine in that its author recognized the deeply convicted spiritual nature of my message and intent.  So I decided not to go back to bed and write a response; even though it was only 2:30 AM, and I certainly needed to so I could get some urgently needed sleep, as I had been sleep deprived the last couple of days.  No, instead I stayed up and opened up, which I tend not to do especially online, about very deeply held personal challenges or struggles!  I was as a child a fairly open and very friendly lad, what one of my uncles whose name is Gus, referred to me as, “a happy go lucky kid!”  And I stayed that way true to my nature into adulthood, until more recent years when I was challenged by the cruel and ugly side of the world and some people that love being nefarious or even wicked, whether out of bitterness, worldly conformity, selfishness, jealousy, pure hatred of those they can’t understand, agendas or even at times pure evil; I became a target of such.  Maybe because as some would say I stood out in the crowd or was too loud and vocal about things I shouldn’t be, but as I saw it, if it involves me and the things that matter, damn straight I’m going to voice my opinion or stand up for my rights!

So, after writing a lengthy reply comment, I was too awake to just jump back into bed and instead talked to my dog that by now had shown interest in my own activity and problem which she now had too, of not being able to sleep like we should be.  But, after a little play, talking and hugging I thought it was about time to try hitting the hay again, so off to bed.  I went out like a light and started dreaming about talking to some lady and having feelings in the dream of something being imperative and I could see how I was motivated to get moving and do something; even though I didn’t know what!  I awoke again after sleeping barely an hour more and noticed how it wasn’t looking bright around the shaded window like it typically does at this time of morning; being just past sunrise.  I thought how if I would be taking my dog Penny for her walk we were going to have to do it very early before the sun is much up over the horizon, as it was supposed to be a hot day and major thunder storms are expected later today as I write this.  At that point I was so tired I thought maybe we can be lazy on Saturday and sleep in for a few hours!  And that way I could get much more rest and not feel so beat up, and that later maybe the clouds would be thick enough that the sun won’t be so intense, making for a somewhat comfortable walk for Penny. That’s because she is getting up in years and I don’t want to stress her in the high about 90 degree temperature with the humidity at saturation levels making it more like South East Asia around here.

But, then that imperative feeling came back which was definitely compelling me to jump up now and take the walk early as we had done for previous mornings.  So the mission began; which I had no idea was in play other than that imperative feeling of “get going,” and we were now off and out the door heading down the road we usually take that leads down along the water’s edge of a cove nearby my home, when that’s the path we decide to follow out of the several we use to keep things interesting.  As we walked along we seemed to be more interested in taking a more direct least encumbered path to a destination we usually end up at one way or the other and then sit for a spell, watching the ducks, geese and occasionally the swans that are just out in the cove just off and very near the shores edge.  Our walk became more brisk as I had noticed the sun and it’s full effect was starting to break through the heavy cloud and fog canopy overhead and the humidity was making me feel wringing wet, so I could only imagine how Penny would feel by the time we were on our way back home, especially if the clouds cleared completely!  So even though I had let her off the leash for a stretch which usually causes her to walk just ahead of me like the leader of the pack, she was now falling behind a bit and so I clipped the leash back onto her harness so I could keep us moving briskly in order to make our trip to the water sooner rather than later, in order to sit and rest then hurry back to the AC and some ice water!  Suddenly as we were in the general vicinity of where we will turn down another road to walk straight to the cove, as we were approaching this long dirt driveway that runs off into some nearby woods Penny stalled and got agitated about something, it seemed she was looking in the wooded area and stopped dead in her tracks and wouldn’t move even though I tried to get her going.  This was something she hadn’t done before especially in that particular location, so I eased up and tried to let her investigate a bit to see if she could show me what was going on that attracted her attention so much.  Nothing, I couldn’t see anything in the woods, which I figured had to be what was diverting her, maybe some animal sitting still or just behind some trees, but I’ll never know it seems because then she suddenly started heading in the usual direction we needed to go.  But then, we hardly walked another hundred feet and came to a short paved driveway where a woman was just walking around the back of her car and trying to get a closer look at something very small lumbering or trudging along going under the car.  Then I could see what it was, a baby snapping turtle, which it turns out that if I had come along a half a moment sooner or later; I would not have seen this little turtle today!  This immediately brought back my memory of how I once rescued one the same size in the capital city near a highway construction site by a nearby river.  Back then I was driving a cement mixer to pour new concrete mix for a bridge column and had just after the pour noticed something moving in the dust of the all dirt access road leading into the site.  I pulled over to the side and put on the air brakes and jumped down to investigate more closely, and that was the first time I rescued a baby snapping turtle, which I placed into my shirt pocket until I got back to the company property and parked the truck.

That turned out to be a long ordeal for both me and the baby snapping turtle that never would have made it in the location where I found it aimlessly wandering to its death.  It was late fall and I brought that turtle to a lake a few towns over a couple of days later and placed it near the edge of the water expecting it to scurry in like a bolt of lightning but to my surprise it didn’t move at all and then turned back toward me.  Then I thought, what is up with you little guy all these Lilly pads and a huge lake with all sorts of interesting wild coastline with plants to nibble on and with winter coming a nice muddy bottom for you to bury yourself and hibernate through the winter and you want nothing to do with it?  I could have left you where I found you I thought and you would be a goner already; so now what?  OK, I thought, I guess I found you and now it’s my responsibility to do right by you; so you want to winter in with a human being and take the easy route or path for some reason, maybe you even realize instinctively that some big mouth bass will swallow you whole here!  Lucky you I thought, how you had me out of all the guys that work around that site to notice you in time and put you in my pocket; all those other guys some I know and many I don’t I’m sure they either wouldn’t have noticed or if they did the last thing they would have done is put you in their shirt pocket, but more likely you would have been mashed under 40 tons of rubber and metal.

So, that turtle got back home with me to spend the entire winter with in a nice fish aquarium that I converted into a terrarium or turtle like habitat, months later in early spring after he had grown into a nice size juvenile yearling reptilian creature, I drove to a major state preserve to the site of an old ancient battle ground by much swampy land for his release!  I have to admit I did get a bit attached to this bugger that winter and I had many a talk with him or her, never tried to find out which, but now the moment of truth was arriving as I had to first park my Jeep on a fire access road and hike in a couple of miles to where I decided he would spend his life far away from that capital city and all the man-made world with all of its machinery and foreboding activity.  Yes, after all of our time together I wasn’t about to throw caution to the wind and say see ya later alligator, well OK, Turtle, and dump him at the most convenient place for me, NO NO, it had to be the most special place I could imagine were this special turtle would live a life of Greatness with other turtles hopefully, in a very primitive and wild area far removed from people, even me, although I had parting words for him about that point.  When I got to the water’s edge of the swamp and like that time many months prior placed him on the shore, but just before I did I said, OK this is your new beginning and I hope and pray you will love it here living a very long life that turtles like you usually do!  And then,  I went on to say that one day in the future I will remember you and take a hike back to this very spot and look for you to say hello again, but until then just remember our time together at my home and know that I love you and want you to be happy!  Then, this time as I did place him there by the edge of the water he without any hesitation darted with speed I never had seen this turtle display, right into the water with a plop and there he went straight down about four feet to the muddy bottom and got right to burying himself to hide from the prying eyes of the world.  Never knew turtles could be that shy, or maybe I had talked too much all those months and this turtle wanted out big time, it figured, wow crazy people!  I said again goodbye, and left that place, and haven’t been back since.  That turtle in his shell in that moment of truth got me thinking how I was really kind of shy behind my thick head and big mouth too!

Now all these years later, here I am with one of his kind again, which is sitting in the same tank terrarium that I’ve kept tucked away in my home; while I now think over how I will handle this rescued turtle.  They live many decades and that first one may now be in its prime or beginning to get old and might want some company!  Another, “Mission Accomplished!”

Lawrence Morra

 

BEEUTIFUL BEES

I wanted to mention I have grown to appreciate bees much more over the last 15 years when in my travels and around where I have my home bees began being impacted very negatively by mankind and started to diminish drastically.  There are debates going on and numbers get manipulated but when considering the entire world food crop for human consumption one expert seems to be talking more realistic when he said;  “Assuming that the major fruits, nuts and vegetables benefit from pollination, and that most animal food is from flowering plants requiring seed production (eg: alfalfa), that makes for about 55% of world food production benefiting from bees.”

But it is true that 90% of the fruits and nuts along with certain vegetables we enjoy here in America are pollinated most extensively by bees!  Not to mention flowers and shrubbery; what a massive loss and problem it would be if bees disappear; we will see and feel greatly the consequences of that catastrophe if it occurs.

So, needless to say “I Love Bees!” LOL!  Now I’m going to have breakfast a mixture of muesli, oat bran and rolled oats cereals with WALNUTS, BLUEBERRIES, STRAWBERRIES, BANANAS and HONEY; all the items in caps thanks to the BEE!  And, you know the value of those fruits and nuts in a diet to keep us healthy and ward off disease.  Take care and “Have a BEEUTIFUL Day!”   🐝

Lawrence Morra