My dad isn't much for words. He isn't book smart but he knows about his love of animals. All of the standards were in our house at some point or another.
The dog had puppies and he helped my brother and I build a home for them so that they would be safe. The cat had kittens. The fish layed eggs. Some of the pets had to be put down. Dad wanted to protect us but taught us a lot about love and caring for others (be they furry or human others).
I was lucky enough to live near a huge piece of land (several sq. miles big) owned by the local utility company. The grass was high and the trees were plentiful and there were living things all through it. My dad used to head up expeditions into the field to see what we could find.
The first trip yielded tadpoles. Thousands swimming along in a little pond that was just far enough from the drainage ditch that it retained about 12" of water for a good portion of the spring. My brother and I came back to the pond every day after school to check on them.
Another expedition resulted in finding a huge bunch of garter snakes. We picked some up, amazed at them. Truly amazed. Of course my brother and I came back to "see" them. We brought a bucket with us. Empty on the way in, full on the way out. We loved those snakes so much we HAD to have them.
Dad simply shook his head with a grin on his face. We were allowed to let a few loose in our garden but the rest had to go back (we must have had 50 of them). Dad brought a few pieces of sheet metal to make a home for them. We walked quite a way into the field out of sight of any houses and dad used rocks and fallen trees to slightly prop and weight the sheet metal to give them a cool place to hide and a warm place to sun.
We were allowed to visit the snakes and to bring friends to see them as long as we promised to let them stay there in their home.
As much as I love my cuddly pets, it seems to be the ones that I can't hold but just sit and watch for hours are my favorites. They remind me of dad.
actually, iirc, Brandon Lee's gun had been filled previously with half loads (less gunpowder, with slug) and the slug got caught in the barrel. later they used blanks for a different scene (full gunpowder, no slug) that propelled the lodged slug out and into Brandon Lee.
Cory: the kids at the last high school I worked at had a grading quarter on pickle ball. I always thought it looked like fun. Plus the paddles are perfect for swats :)
And quoits looks like the game washers (as in his famous quote "Close only counts in washers and hand grenades!").
nice to see Orbax getting some publicity. My son dressed as him for a few years at halloween :D
The dog had puppies and he helped my brother and I build a home for them so that they would be safe. The cat had kittens. The fish layed eggs. Some of the pets had to be put down. Dad wanted to protect us but taught us a lot about love and caring for others (be they furry or human others).
I was lucky enough to live near a huge piece of land (several sq. miles big) owned by the local utility company. The grass was high and the trees were plentiful and there were living things all through it. My dad used to head up expeditions into the field to see what we could find.
The first trip yielded tadpoles. Thousands swimming along in a little pond that was just far enough from the drainage ditch that it retained about 12" of water for a good portion of the spring. My brother and I came back to the pond every day after school to check on them.
Another expedition resulted in finding a huge bunch of garter snakes. We picked some up, amazed at them. Truly amazed. Of course my brother and I came back to "see" them. We brought a bucket with us. Empty on the way in, full on the way out. We loved those snakes so much we HAD to have them.
Dad simply shook his head with a grin on his face. We were allowed to let a few loose in our garden but the rest had to go back (we must have had 50 of them). Dad brought a few pieces of sheet metal to make a home for them. We walked quite a way into the field out of sight of any houses and dad used rocks and fallen trees to slightly prop and weight the sheet metal to give them a cool place to hide and a warm place to sun.
We were allowed to visit the snakes and to bring friends to see them as long as we promised to let them stay there in their home.
As much as I love my cuddly pets, it seems to be the ones that I can't hold but just sit and watch for hours are my favorites. They remind me of dad.
And quoits looks like the game washers (as in his famous quote "Close only counts in washers and hand grenades!").