Oh, how sweet! I love this story. ❤️. It is not at all hard to believe either because every animal I’ve rescued has shown me something similar, whether through loyalty, adoration, protection or imprinting. One July my youngest daughter and I found a tiny bird on a very hot sidewalk. Its eyes were still closed and it had no feathers. Its feet were deformed so I assumed it had been rejected by its mother. We got a small shoebox and soft cloth and placed the bird inside. I did some research and found that I could soak dry dog kibble in water and thin it enough to use a dropper to feed the baby bird. My goodness, it worked wonders! I hand raised the bird, feeding it four to six times a day, even during the night when it was very young. It opened its eyes and began growing feathers and began chirping a peep-peep sound so I named it Peep. I borrowed a bird cage from a friend and soon realized Peep could not perch because of the deformity in its feet. Peep was a beautiful mockingbird with an equally beautifully repertoire of songs. Early on, I tried unsuccessfully to release Peep, but the lack of perching ability placed Peep in great danger. He/she would not have lasted one day in the wild. Alas, we were to be a family. Every day I came home Peep got very excited, chirping, singing and jumping around the cage...imprinting on me, for sure. I began ordering live meal worms online and for years, Peep feasted, flew around the house and played on the floor with my two young girls. Animals are some of God’s greatest gifts. Thank you for sharing, Sean!
"We came up during The Depression, Honey," both sides of my family would say when I was puzzled at things I took for granted, but that they did not have. But they all survived, and became the proverbial Strongest Steel, that had been through the Hottest Fire. I treasure the Old School Work Ethic which they showed me by example. One aunt, the oldest of six sibs, the "mother hen" to them all, exclaimed, "I LOVED The Depression. EVERYBODY SHARED. We didn't know we were eating syrup and biscuits because we were poor; we thought we were eating it because it tasted good!"
My live-in grandmother, born in 1906, told me many stories of growing up in rural Echols County, Georgia, pre-electricity, pre-running water. Her family of 12, ten of those children, befriended a deer which became quite tame.
So many times, Sean, your columns trigger the best of my memories.
I gotta ask…I see your comments, many of them tickle me…is your name really Pubert? Since you refer to Sean as Pone, I wonder if it is mutual nicknames?
There are so many ways to say thank you. And there are animals that know it, too. There's a pretty well-known story of some guys out in a boat who discovered a whale caught in a heavy fishing net. It could barely stay high enough in the water to get its breath. After making calls and no other help arriving, they put on their diving suits and tried to approach her. She was wary at first. But as they began to cut away the net she seemed to trust them. One of the divers was very concerned when he got near one of her flippers. The net had dug into her flesh. The only way to free it was to also cut her. She allowed it. They all felt so good when the last of the net was cut away and the whale was free. The animal seemed elated. She took a breath and then dived deep into the water. When she came back up he said she came straight at him, very fast. The diver said to himself, "Oh, this is going to hurt." She stopped just a foot from him. And then turned and looked him over with one of her huge eyes. She nudged him gently. Then she turned and did the same thing with each one of the divers that had cut away the net. He said, as a scientist, he couldn't say she was saying thank you. But he also couldn't say she wasn't. I'm convinced of what was happening.
Out of the mouth of a mama duck….oh my! Wasn’t sure where this story was going after we went into the woods….thank the Lord, hard times don’t cloud everyone’s heart! And survival meant everyone to a young girl…..even a mama and her ducklings….
You can never tell if a story is just that, a story. Maybe the senior is trying to tell us something and know we would listen to a parable. Maybe she was trying to tell us something that happened to her when she was younger, but we would pass it off as "Just some old person telling us how things were tough when she was young".
I used to talk to my grandfather, when he was still alive, and he would tell me stories of the Depression. One thing I did understand was if someone was hungry you fed them. Country people would always feed other people in the country. My Grandfather told me that even though actual money was scarce, they had beef, pork, chickens and everyone had a vegetable garden. If you didn't have any of these things, most people would be willing to work for something to eat and there was always work to do around the farm. Sometimes they would work sometimes they wouldn't, but they would always get fed. Things have changed a lot since then.
I had a wonderful upbringing, a huge part of it was Thanksgiving and reunions at a wonderful Aunt's home in the woods. She cooked on a wood stove for most of my childhood, with the help of my mother and others. I remember asking Mom why they cooked so much. There was food everywhere that family had brought and that had been cooked by mom and my aunt. She told me that there was a lot of food because "you never know who might come by and be hungry". I remember asking who some of the people who were who showed up and I was told many a time that they didn't know them, but they were welcome.
Ours was the 4th of July. My brother and I would have two big barrels cooking ribs, chicken and hot dogs. There were all kinds of vegetables on a big table and another table was deserts. After dark enough fireworks to resemble an assault on a small country. That was the good ol' days.
I could easily be wrong but I normally take your stories as parables. But this one I want to be completely true and accurate and will take it that way. Happily.
Oh, how sweet! I love this story. ❤️. It is not at all hard to believe either because every animal I’ve rescued has shown me something similar, whether through loyalty, adoration, protection or imprinting. One July my youngest daughter and I found a tiny bird on a very hot sidewalk. Its eyes were still closed and it had no feathers. Its feet were deformed so I assumed it had been rejected by its mother. We got a small shoebox and soft cloth and placed the bird inside. I did some research and found that I could soak dry dog kibble in water and thin it enough to use a dropper to feed the baby bird. My goodness, it worked wonders! I hand raised the bird, feeding it four to six times a day, even during the night when it was very young. It opened its eyes and began growing feathers and began chirping a peep-peep sound so I named it Peep. I borrowed a bird cage from a friend and soon realized Peep could not perch because of the deformity in its feet. Peep was a beautiful mockingbird with an equally beautifully repertoire of songs. Early on, I tried unsuccessfully to release Peep, but the lack of perching ability placed Peep in great danger. He/she would not have lasted one day in the wild. Alas, we were to be a family. Every day I came home Peep got very excited, chirping, singing and jumping around the cage...imprinting on me, for sure. I began ordering live meal worms online and for years, Peep feasted, flew around the house and played on the floor with my two young girls. Animals are some of God’s greatest gifts. Thank you for sharing, Sean!
I like this story as much as Sean’s!!
Lisa, thank you so much for sharing. Beautiful!!
What a lovely story! You have such a good heart, Lisa.
Fantastic story Lisa- just like Pone's. Pure and T tear jerkers. Just something about the bonds with animals! Peep- great name!
Pubert
Yep, that's a good story. Animals have familial instincts and love. She knew the girl saved her baby and that she could trust her.
Agree Karri ~ animals are the best, love them all! 💖💕💖
A good story? It’s a GREAT story! Thank you, thank you, Sean, for sharing it! It made me smile 😊
Came to say the same. Grinning right now!🤗
"We came up during The Depression, Honey," both sides of my family would say when I was puzzled at things I took for granted, but that they did not have. But they all survived, and became the proverbial Strongest Steel, that had been through the Hottest Fire. I treasure the Old School Work Ethic which they showed me by example. One aunt, the oldest of six sibs, the "mother hen" to them all, exclaimed, "I LOVED The Depression. EVERYBODY SHARED. We didn't know we were eating syrup and biscuits because we were poor; we thought we were eating it because it tasted good!"
My live-in grandmother, born in 1906, told me many stories of growing up in rural Echols County, Georgia, pre-electricity, pre-running water. Her family of 12, ten of those children, befriended a deer which became quite tame.
So many times, Sean, your columns trigger the best of my memories.
Thanks Leigh!
Pu
I gotta ask…I see your comments, many of them tickle me…is your name really Pubert? Since you refer to Sean as Pone, I wonder if it is mutual nicknames?
There are so many ways to say thank you. And there are animals that know it, too. There's a pretty well-known story of some guys out in a boat who discovered a whale caught in a heavy fishing net. It could barely stay high enough in the water to get its breath. After making calls and no other help arriving, they put on their diving suits and tried to approach her. She was wary at first. But as they began to cut away the net she seemed to trust them. One of the divers was very concerned when he got near one of her flippers. The net had dug into her flesh. The only way to free it was to also cut her. She allowed it. They all felt so good when the last of the net was cut away and the whale was free. The animal seemed elated. She took a breath and then dived deep into the water. When she came back up he said she came straight at him, very fast. The diver said to himself, "Oh, this is going to hurt." She stopped just a foot from him. And then turned and looked him over with one of her huge eyes. She nudged him gently. Then she turned and did the same thing with each one of the divers that had cut away the net. He said, as a scientist, he couldn't say she was saying thank you. But he also couldn't say she wasn't. I'm convinced of what was happening.
Great Story LB. Thought he was going to windup like Jonah for a minute. "Gone feel a little pressure!"
Pu
Haha!
"Gone feel a little pressure"! TOO FUNNY, Pu.
Out of the mouth of a mama duck….oh my! Wasn’t sure where this story was going after we went into the woods….thank the Lord, hard times don’t cloud everyone’s heart! And survival meant everyone to a young girl…..even a mama and her ducklings….
What a beautiful story.❤️ Happy Monday everyone!🦆
Use it up wear it out
Make it do or do without!
You can never tell if a story is just that, a story. Maybe the senior is trying to tell us something and know we would listen to a parable. Maybe she was trying to tell us something that happened to her when she was younger, but we would pass it off as "Just some old person telling us how things were tough when she was young".
I used to talk to my grandfather, when he was still alive, and he would tell me stories of the Depression. One thing I did understand was if someone was hungry you fed them. Country people would always feed other people in the country. My Grandfather told me that even though actual money was scarce, they had beef, pork, chickens and everyone had a vegetable garden. If you didn't have any of these things, most people would be willing to work for something to eat and there was always work to do around the farm. Sometimes they would work sometimes they wouldn't, but they would always get fed. Things have changed a lot since then.
I had a wonderful upbringing, a huge part of it was Thanksgiving and reunions at a wonderful Aunt's home in the woods. She cooked on a wood stove for most of my childhood, with the help of my mother and others. I remember asking Mom why they cooked so much. There was food everywhere that family had brought and that had been cooked by mom and my aunt. She told me that there was a lot of food because "you never know who might come by and be hungry". I remember asking who some of the people who were who showed up and I was told many a time that they didn't know them, but they were welcome.
Ours was the 4th of July. My brother and I would have two big barrels cooking ribs, chicken and hot dogs. There were all kinds of vegetables on a big table and another table was deserts. After dark enough fireworks to resemble an assault on a small country. That was the good ol' days.
Great story Paul. Too bad all the changes haven't been for the better.
Pubert
And we have the nerve to call them 'dumb animals.' Thanks, Sean, for a good start to our week.
That makes at least 2 of us...persistence, self-sacrifice, love, determination, gratitude and more
Yeah boy Biggun!
Pubert
In general…animals are kinder than humans! Fantastic story…thank you for sharing it with us!
Dear lord, I love this story so much. Thank you
I could easily be wrong but I normally take your stories as parables. But this one I want to be completely true and accurate and will take it that way. Happily.
Sean;
Ducks know...
Danny
❤️💕