The Doughnut Dollies of the American Red Cross

I just finished a book titled The Beantown Girls.  This book is historical fiction that was based on actual events and experiences of women in World War II who would come to be known as the Doughnut Dollies.  The name wasn’t given to them as a term of ridicule… the combat troops loved seeing the ladies and their clubmobiles.  They served a purpose.

Let me tell you… I was fascinated by the subject.  I had never heard of American women who volunteered to serve with the American Red Cross Clubmobile Service during war times.  (My father fought in WWII, North Korea and Vietnam.  I’ve never heard him mention any thing like this.  Of course, he never liked to talk about those times … good or bad.)

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Original watercolor. Coffee and doughnuts. Remembering the Doughnut Dollies.

A Look Back

The American Red Cross Clubmobile Service was established during World War II at the request of the U.S. Armed Forces.  There was seen to be a great need for some kind of mobile service that could go where the troops were… to help them, even briefly, forget about war.  The idea of a mobile club that could dispense coffee, doughnuts, snacks,  paperback books, and entertainment staffed by friendly young American women “from back home” was born and grew.

Women had to be between the ages of 25 and 35.  They went through an extensive interview process before being shipped to London for weeks of extensive training.  (Wartime London.  Like when the buzz bombs would drop from the sky.)  Unless I misread something, I think that one in six were accepted to this new Red Cross program.  Those accepted had to have some college or work experience, to be “healthy, physically hardy, sociable and attractive”.  I’m not talking beauty queens, I’m talking about the all-American girl next door who could take the rigours of the job (which would include learning to maintain the kitchen equipment and supplies, as well the truck itself).  They had to have the kind of personality where they could keep smiling and carry on an upbeat conversation with the battle worn troops they would be serving.  These young women gave up jobs, comfortable homes, their safety, to sign up for this volunteer mission. They didn’t have to go.  They wanted to go.  And they all had their own, personal, reasons.

Clubmobiles.  Doughnut Shops on Wheels. 

They would evolve a bit over time, but the first of these doughnut and coffee shops on wheels were remodeled London buses.  It took a team of three to run them. These had a kitchen with large often unpredictable doughnut making machines, large coffee urns, a pantry of supplies, one side that opened with a counter for serving (just like modern day food trucks), and a “victrola” with speakers so they could entertain the troops with popular music of the time.  These trucks also had a space that could be converted into a sleeping area for the team of three should it be necessary.

Prior to the invasion of Normandy, smaller 2-1/2 ton trucks were converted to  clubmobiles and the girls again had to learn how to drive and service them.  Once across the channel, after training, there would be no male driver assigned to them as they had during their time in England.  These were trucks with no power steering, no air conditioning, no GPS!  This was no joy ride.

Doughnut Dollies on the Job

In July of 1944, once it was deemed safe enough, the Doughnut Dollies and their trucks were sent across the channel into France with the rear echelon of the U.S. Army.  They would be assigned to cover various troops and air bases behind the front lines where combat troops and others were on short rests from the front line fighting or in areas where there was a lot of troop movement behind lines.  Don’t think that these ladies never got close to the fighting.  Sometimes, they would have to scramble to get out of an area when lines would change and the Germans would make a surprise advance. Weather was often a problem and like the troops they served, rain or shine, bone freezing temps or not… they had a job to do.  And they did it.

It was no vacation.  They witnessed death, destruction and battle injuries.  They cried in private and presented smiling, confident faces as much as possible.  They became sister, aunt, or cousin to many on their assigned tours.

The Doughnut Dollies continued service throughout France, Belgium, and Germany until V-E Day in 1945. They also provided service in Great Britain and Germany on a limited mission until 1946.

Later variations would operate on missions in both Korea and Vietnam.  And yes, these Red Cross volunteers did sometimes become injured or worse.  In Vietnam, three Doughnut Dollies lost their lives while serving.

Finally! Recognition for the Doughnut Dollies!

I discovered that someone has finally realized these amazing women and their service during war times need to be recognized.  A documentary to the Doughnut Dollies who served in Vietnam has recently been made.  I hope one day to get to view it.  I hope everyone, one day, gets to view it.

If you find this subject as fascinating as I do, please look them up on the internet.  There are several sites out there.  I recommend http://www.clubmobile.org for a history of these amazing women.  There are also several books by those who served or by those related to the ladies that served.

Doughnut Dollies… I applaud and thank you!   

 

 

 

Empty Bowls Painting

photo of a colorful striped empty bowl

Colorful empty bowl

I’m going to my first Empty Bowls event tonight and I’m making myself nuts.  This event is not the big fundraiser, it’s one of the bowl painting events.  (Not “bowel” painting, which is what my husband thought I had written on the calendar.  Very funny that husband of mine.)  Anyway, THIS is why I’m bouncing off the walls.  WHAT am I going to paint?  What design am I going to do?  Floral?  Geometric?  Whimsy?  Nature?  WHAT!!!!  Every time I think I know, I change my mind.  Hence… going nuts!!!  It’s an unfinished ceramic bowl that needs to be painted and it’s going to be used in a fundraiser!  Along with several hundred other bowls.  But it’s going to be MY project and it’s going to be used in a fundraiser!!!

Now if you aren’t sure what Empty Bowls events are all about, let me tell you.

A Short History of Empty Bowls

Back in the early 1900’s in an attempt to do something about the poverty and hunger in their locale, John Hartom and Lisa Blackbarn came up with a novel idea.  John, being a ceramics teacher, got his students to create more than 100 bowls.  He and Lisa then put together a community event where people paid for the bowls and the money raised went to provide food for those who needed it.

Over the years, Empty Bowls has evolved into quite a fun family-friendly multi-event “event” as a way to provide funds to area food banks and/or homeless shelters.  Organizers work with both local artists and pottery artisans giving the public a chance to participate in more than one event leading up to the main fundraiser.  These events are of two types: creating the ceramic bowls or painting/decorating them. Once finished, and usually a couple of months down the road, the actual Empty Bowls fundraiser happens.  At the fundraiser, people donate money, get to choose their favorite empty bowl, and then have it filled with soup or some other food item as part of the event.  Often, the food item is provided by a local restaurant or well known chef from the community.  It’s a win-win for all.  You get to eat, have some fun, take home a hand crafted useful item and you’ve helped raise funds for the hungry.

Still Going Nuts About an Empty Bowl

I’ll be leaving soon. I have ideas running through my head.  I’ve sketched out some ideas.  I’ve looked at dozens of painted bowls for inspiration.  I still have no idea what I will do.  I guess it will hit me when I get there and the bowl “talks” to me.  I also guess that this year, I will be attending the actual fundraiser.  I need to see if my bowl finds a home.

Hope you find an event near you and plan to join in!

See ya!

Forget New Year Resolutions and Goals, Make A 2019 Bucket List Instead

The Fun of a Bucket List

Normally, one thinks of a bucket list as being those things we want to do before we die or as per the saying, “kick the bucket”.  Some of you may remember the 2007 movie starring Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson titled The Bucket List.  The movie is about two men, terminally ill, who slip out of a cancer ward and take off on a road trip with a wish list of things to do before they die.  It was and is a wonderful story.  Sweet, funny, and moving.

But, why does such a “list” have to be one of to-dos before we die?  Why can’t we have one just for the new year?

Think about it.  Doesn’t a bucket list sound more fun than a resolution or goal?  When you resolve to do something… it’s like saying you are promising to do it.  Breaking promises isn’t fun.  A goal is to be reached.  If you don’t reach it…  you have, well, failed.  Which leads us to the dreaded word.  Guilt.

But a bucket list?  We aren’t making any promises, demands, or setting any “have to achieve the dang thing” goals.  We’re thinking, “Hey, wouldn’t this be fun!  Wouldn’t this be cool to do! I want to do this.  Maybe I’ll do this!  This year.

Dream Big, Dream Small… It’s YOUR 2019 Bucket List

Ok, here are some of mine (and they don’t include a bungee jump of ANY kind):

  1. Paint more freely.  Slap those paint strokes down and let ’em lay.
  2. Drive over to Oklahoma to the casino and pig out at the all you can eat buffet at least one time.  And…. toss a few nickels in the slots for entertainment.
  3. Go to one or two of the art museums in Dallas.
  4. Actually putting some lavender hair coloring on my hair instead of just thinking about it.
  5. REALLY clean up my art/sewing room.  All I ever seem to do, seriously, is rearrange the mess.
  6. Replant flowers and shrubs around the house that got destroyed when the house had to be lifted and piers put in.
  7. Get my eyes checked.. I keep putting it off.  I hate how much new glasses cost. Ridiculous how expensive they are.
  8. Drag my husband to a movie at an actual movie theater.  The recliners are awesome and every Tuesday is “discount day”.  It won’t cost us an arm and both legs.
  9. Get back into a yoga routine instead of just when I feel the need to stretch it all out or “gee, my tummy is looking saggy again”.
  10. Smile more.  I naturally have frown lines that make me look like I’m in a bad mood all the time.  I’m not, I just look like it.  Smiling more should help.  I hope.

Well, these are some of mine.  As you can see, nothing earth-shattering.  And if I don’t get any of these done… no big deal.  Make your list interesting, make it fun, make it nobody else’s business!  Make your 2019 Bucket List.

Now if I could just find a bucket.

Happy New Year!

 

Our Christmas Tree Debate. Tree or No Tree This Year?

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Happy Holidays on 3×3 canvas

There’s been a Christmas tree debate going on in my household since December arrived.  Tree or no tree this year?  I wish I could say it was for a noble reason.  Like being sympathetic to those who for various reasons cannot afford one or have no place to put one.  Unfortunately, this debate (mostly with myself) is for a much shallower reason.  Two reasons actually.  Bruce and Stella.  Our two six month old kittens.

I’ve always had cats and I’ve always had a Christmas tree.  (Some real.  Most artificial.  Another debate for some people.)  So far, there’s never been a major disaster and no Christmas tree debate.  However, these two little monsters (and I say that with much affection) take great delight in getting into trouble.  I keep showing my husband funny videos on social media of cats destroying holiday decorations and knocking over Christmas trees.  I laugh just about every time… because it’s happening to someone else!  Our oldest cat, still takes great delight in running full speed, jumping onto the tree skirt beneath the tree and sliding on it across the floor like an Olympic bobsledder, taking the skirt and half of whatever is under the tree with her.  She and many before her have, of course, destroyed ornaments.  It’s a cat law.  They have to do it.  However, she has never tried to climb the tree.  I think these two will give it a try, even though they have their own tree, a “cat tree” to romp on.

Ok, back to the debate or at least how it ended.

Today, I decided to put up the tree.  My husband loves this time of the year, and to not have a tree in the house seems like some kind of punishment.  So, the Christmas tree was released from the garage.  It’s been up over an hour now and so far, the little monsters have only checked it out about five times.  Then they ate lunch and went to sleep.  They’ll sleep for several hours, which means I still have time to reconsider and take it down.  Just kidding.  I plan to keep it up and take my chances with them turning it into their holiday vacation spot.  I also plan to keep both a spray bottle of water and a camera close by in case any kitten shenanigans develop.  (Bruce and Stella, Santa-Mama is watching you!)

Now, the next debate.  Do we put on decorations?  HA!  Yep, the Christmas tree is up with nothing on it.

Happy Holidays from my cat house to yours!

Legend of the Christmas Rose

Roses Are Love, Hope, and Joy

I love flowers, especially roses.  To me, roses are love, hope and joy.  We buy them for ourselves and for others because of those specific feelings. Did you know that there are a couple of varieties that have been cultivated for around six hundred years? Yes, hundreds of years of love, hope and joy through growing and /or receiving.

Roses and I go way back… not hundreds of years or I wouldn’t be writing this, but way back… and I have have punctured many a finger on their thorns.

Before I moved to North Texas, when I was back in South Louisiana, I had a “rose garden” next to the patio.  At one time, there were six different colored rose bushes growing there.  Well, the roses were different colors… the bushes were all green.  Some people have a gift for growing them.  Not me.  I had to read just about everything I could find on how to keep them healthy and blooming.  It was worth it though.

Christmas Roses?

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Mama Liked the Roses

Recently, I was doing a painting of, well… roses, and while I was painting I couldn’t get Elvis Presley’s rendition of  “Mama Liked the Roses” out of my head.  Why?  Glad you asked… it’s on an old Christmas CD that I’ve been playing.  Yeah, a Christmas CD.  I think it was a song that was special to him and he had a spot to fill on the original record.  It also made me think of my mother.  She liked roses too.

Anyway, I got to wondering if there was such a thing as a Christmas rose.  You know, a special variety cultivated just for this time of year.  I figured it would be red and white.  Well, what I found was there IS something called a Christmas Rose… and it isn’t a rose at all.  It’s a perennial and grows in the cold, snowy mountains and valleys of Europe.  Boy was I disappointed.

What I wasn’t disappointed in, was a story that  I came across.  A legend that probably was first told in Europe.  If you don’t know it, read on my friend.

Legend of the Christmas Rose

Here’s a condensed version.

When everyone was bringing gifts to the newborn Jesus, a young shepherdess, Madelon, wished to bring something to the baby as well.  Being poor, she had no gift to offer, but rushed back to the hill where her flock was where she searched for flowers she could pick and give to the child.  Finding none, and with no gift to offer, she feel to her knees outside the manger and cried.

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The Christmas Rose

An angel watching over her knew about her search and her despair in finding nothing.  Coming to her aide, he brushed aside the snow where her tears had fallen and under the snow appeared a beautiful cluster of white winter roses.  The angel told the young girl that this would be a gift far more valuable than the gifts brought by even those of the wise men…  for these roses were pure and made of love.  She presented them to the baby Jesus and was filled with joy from his happiness at the gift.  Thus, the Christmas Rose came to symbolize the hope, love and joy of the season.

 

So to you and yours…. Hope, Love, Joy

 

See You Next Year Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds.  Delightful tiny winged creatures with big personalities.  I look forward every year to their arrival and I sadly wish them goodbye around this time of the month.  Yep, I usually have a straggler or two fueling up at the feeders in October here in North Texas as they make their way south.  The last one was on October 18th.  Haven’t seen her in a few days.  Hopefully she is safely getting closer to her final destination.  It just amazes me how many miles these birds travel on their annual migration routes to and from Mexico.  It also makes me sad to have read how many never make it and die along the way.

On a happy note, I was lucky this year.  I had an increase in the number of hummingbirds that stopped by and feasted at my yard’s feeders.  I guess the word is getting out that I run a pretty good rest stop during the season.  Plenty of fresh sugar-water, plenty of trumpet vine flowers and plenty of insects.  (My yard is a multi-bird resort community.  There is also an abundant supply of birdseed on hand for the seed eaters.)  I get immense enjoyment at watching all my backyard critters, winged and four footed.  I spend a small fortune on sugar and all types of bird and critter food. Can’t help myself and have no plans to quit.  It’s a good addiction.

Spring Hummingbird Inks

Hummingbird painted with alcohol inks on yupo paper.

For me, prime hummingbird time is September and most of my feathered guests are of the ruby throated variety.  They show up and actually hang around for several weeks fattening themselves. up.  Normally, I only see females.  This year I had some males show up which was thrilling for me.  For my husband… not so much… just another mouth to feed.  Many times, we would be standing outside and would get buzzed by the little jet flyers as they zipped around chasing each other from one feeding area to another and then up into the trees.  And the chattering!  Especially the females.  Boy did they make their presence, and their claim to a spot, known.  If you too, are a hummer fan, you know exactly what I’m talking about.  If you are a fan, and like to paint, draw or take photos, they make good subjects for an art piece.

However, it’s late October and I have probably seen the last of them for this year.  But, just in case there are a few out there taking their time heading further south… my feeders will be available until November 1st.  Spread the word!

 

 

Eye Candy. The Dallas Arboretum.

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Miles of Tulips!

When I say this place is “eye candy”, I’m not kidding. 

 

 

 

 

This time of year, the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden is 66 acres of pure deliciousness.  Starting in February, thousands of spring bulbs start opening up and hundreds of spring flowering trees begin to burst forth in all their glory.  To be there in late March was the perfect timing.  I was in heaven.  An intensely colorful heaven.

A “Kodak Moment” Was Everywhere

To quote many an author, it was a “riot of color” just about everywhere you looked.   It was also a Mommy and Me day so it was a riot of kids too.  Kids in their (at that time) soon to be Easter finest being corralled by parents with cameras for as many photos as they could get before their offspring refused to cooperate or literally fell into the background of flowers.  Kids weren’t the only ones falling into the flowers.  Two ladies who asked to have their photo taken in front of tulips had a bit of trouble crouching down and, well, no flowers lost their lives, but a few probably wound up bruised (like the behind of one particular lady).

We also came across an artist who had set up her easel to get her “Kodak moment”.  She was painting a lovely scene of a gazebo surrounded by a sea of colorful flowers and trees.  Kids with their cell phones were drawn to her like flies to honey.  She kept getting asked if they could take a photo with her.  She was most gracious and very obliging to their requests.  To sit and paint there is now on my bucket list.  (Adoring fans!  Ha!!)

What I Like About the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden

They didn’t skimp on anything here.  This whole place just blows me away… even when the wind isn’t blowing.  It’s so well laid out.  In summer, when the temps and the sun are baking you, there are so many places to stop and sit on beautifully shaded benches, both traditional (you know… park bench style) and non traditional (hewn from natural stone).  The pathways through the gardens are just lovely and there are numerous water features such as waterfalls, streams, and koi ponds that both entice and invite you to stop and linger awhile.  This visit, the wisteria arboretum 11was heavily in bloom and just beautiful at one of the waterfall areas. (Note to self… plant some on the back arbor.)  I’d put in a koi pond too, but then we would need to have critter control on speed dial.

It’s a first class arboretum.  And like some first class arboretums, this one also has an outdoor concert stage on the side of a hill which happens to have a view of the lake.  The day of my visit, numerous children were rolling down it and I was hard pressed not to lay down and join in the fun.  There are picnic areas, a designated walking trail for fitness buffs, and a lovely pavilion where the food was excellent.  (Try the Panini sandwiches… awesome, even if it took forever to make.)  The pavilion is set up where you sit outside and look out over a lovely terrace down to another beautifully landscaped water area surrounded by flowers, trees, grasses and pathways.  There’s also a viewing area, with comfy outdoor furniture, where I could have planted myself and stayed for several hours.

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One view from the terrace.

Like I noted earlier (especially, this time of the year), the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden is definitely “eye candy”.  A treat to behold and… you don’t have to see it through the eyes of an artist, you just have to see it.

 

#KarrenCaseArt #DallasArboretum #DallasBlooms

 

 

 

Life Tip? Try Meandering A While

What is Meandering?

Well, if you want the official or one of the official definitions, meandering is “to proceed by or take a winding, indirect course”.  My definition?  To walk leisurely with no direct route or time limit to get to where you wind up while observing everything around you as you take that walk.  Won’t see THAT in any dictionary!  I think it should also mean to “walk with enjoyment”.  Rivers, creeks, (or streams if you prefer) often take a meandering path.  They turn, they wander, they loop back and then forward again.  Look closely and there is often natural beauty that accompanies the route they take.

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“Gentle Creek” 12×12 Poured acrylic painting

Meandering.  It’s Good For You.

“I dressed and went for a walk – determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.”  —  Raymond Carver

There’s much joy and serenity in taking an unhurried stroll and letting a path or sidewalk lead you with no set destination in mind and with no pressing matters “on” your mind.  At least until it’s time to turn around and head back to the car or the house… at this point you are allowed (by me anyway) to speed up a bit.  After all, we have things to do!

Meandering is healthy.  It’s good for the body and the soul.  It’s a time for you to let yourself stop thinking, if just for a short time, about things that might be bothering you.  For a short time, you can put those things on the back burner and enjoy the moment while enjoying the day.  Just watch out for joggers pushing strollers and kids on bikes.  Not good for the body or the soul if you get run over.

The Rules of Meandering

Ok.  There ARE no rules.  Of course you do need to use common sense.  Wear the proper shoes, be aware of your surroundings, keep your cellphone in your pocket, etc. etc.   I do however, highly recommend that to get the most out of this type of walking… go alone or with someone who isn’t a chatterbox.  For me, it’s a time to enjoy the sights and sounds of nature.  It’s not a time for a group discussion or chasing after kids.

The Meandering Mind is a Creative Mind… Usually

For creative individuals, letting your mind meander can be a good thing!  Except if you’re in a classroom.  Your teacher will not reward you for having your mind traveling somewhere out in space.

New ideas and new ways of looking at things often happen when we let our minds take a leisurely stroll.  And we don’t have to be physically walking while doing it.  The mind thing, I mean.

Sometimes, when I’m doing a poured or fluid painting, I have no real idea where an idea or piece is going to go (I know, you should have a plan! Oh well… what can I say) so… I just let things meander a bit.  My mind, my paints, I just let things move around a bit to see where they’re going to wind up.  Sometimes the journey takes me to a wonderful conclusion, sometimes I have to rework most of the canvas.  Bah humbug.  But either way, I have to tell you, I usually enjoy the discoveries and happy accidents I encounter along the way.

A mind that doesn’t explore, that doesn’t sometimes take a meandering stroll off the intended path… doesn’t have a very interesting journey.

Excuse me now.  I have some meandering to do.

 

#karrencaseart  #meandering #strolling

 

Head In The Clouds? Not a Bad Thing.

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Ethel was different. She always had her head in the clouds.

 

 

At one time, this little “wit” had a fairly negative meaning.  If someone had their head in the clouds, it meant they were living in a fantasy and oftentimes a manner with no real direction or purpose.  Kind of like preschoolers.  Very annoying sometimes.

However, I think people who have their head in the clouds and keep at least ONE foot on the ground are often a joy to be around.  These people are the creative ones, these people are often the upbeat ones, these people are the ones most likely to listen to others and be open to new ideas and compromises.  These are the people who manage to rise above the mundane, the norm, and still stay grounded.

What kind of a world would we have if we didn’t have those around us who lift us up into their higher, lofty and oftentimes extraordinary way of thinking.  It would be a world without the movies, music, comedy, art and theatre that make us stop and take note!  It takes someone with their head in the clouds and at least one foot on the ground to make our world less dull, less ordinary, and better overall.

I recently discovered an American author who is no longer with us, but during his very prolific and successful writing years was considered “one of the best loved American writers of the 20th century, renowned for his inspirational wisdom and wit.”  Back in the 1980s a lot of his writings wound up in cards and gift books that were sold in Hallmark stores.  Let me share one of the many things he wrote which I just love and is worth keeping in mind.

“Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground.  Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than you found it…” – Wilferd Peterson

So… I invite you to do so.  Just remember to stay grounded.  No one really enjoys a loose balloon.

 

#karrencaseart

 

 

 

The Bond with Backyard Birds

Put up a simple bird feeder, add a water source like a bird bath then sit back and watch.  As said in a very popular older movie, if you build it they will come.  I have a real bond with backyard birds and I have many years of memories of their antics, both good and bad.

My earliest recollection is from a time when I was about six years old.  We were living at Ft. Riley, Kansas.  A nest with five (or was it six) young birds was found on the ground.  I know, I know, you’re supposed to leave it alone.  But to a nature loving six-year-old the thought of leaving baby birds to the neighborhood cats, dogs, and boys with a mean streak didn’t sit well.  I brought them home.  I was going to bond with those backyard birds come hell or high water.  And I did.  Those babies were lovingly cared for and fed worms, mashed June bugs and occasionally things that they probably shouldn’t have been fed.  Well, they survived.  When they got big enough that they were taking test flights in my bedroom, mom decreed it was time to let them go.  And I did.  A few days later, they were found again.  Squashed in the road.  I was devastated.  Chickens are supposed to cross the road.  Not these guys.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. 

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Friends

 

You got that right!  I’d be freaking out of my mind if I could get a wild bird to sit on my hand!  I’ve read articles on how you can do this.  You know, standing still with seed in your hand…  takes time, patience, etc.  It can be done.  You won’t see me try it.  I want the birds to just recognize that I’m like Cinderella and they should just naturally be attracted to me.  They should want to fly to me immediately and sit on my hand, shoulder, head.  No, not head.  We all know why.

Once in a while a really unexpected bird will show up which delights the heck out of me.  Birds that aren’t usually found in our backyard.  I love the unexpected visitors.  I welcome them with open arms.  Unless it’s a bird of prey.  They’re beautiful, but they go after my feathered friends and I have to gently run them off.  I attempt to explain to them why they need to hunt elsewhere.  Then there are the birds that normally hang out on the power lines at night.  Not fond of those guys.  They come in like locusts and take over.  That’s when I’m not gentle when running them off.  Course they just proceed to the highest part of the trees and laugh at the crazy lady waving her arms and trying to get them with the jet stream from the water hose.

My bond with back yard birds is something that will stay with me till I’m no longer able to watch them.  Like people, they have personalities, differing attitudes, different appearances, different ways of expressing themselves, etc.  I spend a lot of money on birdseed and don’t mind at all.  Birds may not be my favorite subject to paint (though I sometimes do), but I will always have my hand out to them in friendship.

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