Sunday, March 30, 2008

the ones that got away

Divine Mercy Sunday--I ran out of bird seed for my feeders a few days ago, and hadn't bought any as of this morning. Got up for Mass, looked out the window after my morning prayers, and there he was. A red tailed hawk had parked himself on a branch of a pine tree along side my house. He was looking hard for a wee treat. He was looking real hard at my feeders. No seeds, no birds, no treats, wee or otherwise. Had the feeders been full........well we'll never know. Divine Mercy........it's for the birds. Even an old crow like me. p.s. The smallest gem is a year old today. The way his eyes sparkle, and his little face shines.................Mercy!! Pax tecum!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Two of the smaller gems in the ring of my life were just with me. Bunnies of chocolate, marshmallow peeps, Easter egg hunt. They're little, they loved it. We're big, we know better. We know about the original egg. That large rock egg that rolled from the tomb. The gates of Heaven thrown open by the God Man who stepped out. We can go home again. We stripped Him, beat Him to a pulp, jammed thorns into His skull, and nailed Him to a tree. And we couldn't stop Him. He loves us! He loves me!!! I can do marshmallow peeps, but I get a lump in my throat every time I think about it. Easter Sunday wherever you are, whatever you're doing, take a nano-second and say thanks. It'll make the grass in your basket a lot greener. God bless, and have a Holy Easter!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Ah spring! The turkeys are out and about, and the nuthatches and chickadees are walkin up an down my deck with wee signs " Will fly for seeds ". There's a red squirrel out here with a cutting torch tryin to get into the " Squirrel proof feeder ". Temperature's gettin into the 30's and mud season's comin........Maine! the way life should be.

Well.... Here Goes

Welcome to my first leap into the world of blogging.... so far so good? Stay tuned for some random musings (or moosings since we're in Maine) on the woods, weather, and keeping the birdfeeders full.

Slainte!
Uncle Billy