Yet Another
My dad had no resistance to any infant’s charms.
Mewling and puking in its parents’ arms
was his favorite type of baby…tiny as a doll.
Baby calves and foals and kittens. How he loved them all.
He’d shock my mother once a year with some small whiskered thing
or a bird he’d found abandoned with a damaged wing.
All our hearts would quicken when he brought us some new pet.
Dad never could resist a needy animal he met.
Facing my mom with one more thing to care for took pure grit,
I guess he knew that every time my mom would fall for it
For Cee’s FOTD
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
How sweet!
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Lovely!
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All true, although the baby bird was one we tried to save here. I couldn’t find the photo of the orphaned raccoon we raised.
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Your dad would be a person that would immediately impress me..Thanks to introducing him to us, I know this one is real~! You can tell a lot about a person from their attitude toward animals whether they are wildlife or even other people…I have a real problem with bigotry and hate, no matter the reason, though there are some creatures that sort of get on my nerves, even those have a right to as good a life as I can provide and I have a special love for those who give their lives taking care of other living things. Tami and I are even becoming more used to that tiny rabbit now staying in my barn.
(SAM)
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Ah, tiny rabbits were some of our favorites, but if they lived, we always released them to the wild when they could fare for themselves. As we did the coon, but it was hard as he was a regular member of the family. I don’t think we were ever without some sort of pet as I was growing up.
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You would have to vie for the podium, though. He had a million stories and loved to tell them.
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You are so right, when I lived and worked up in your native country, including all of the North/West I often would seek out “old timers” like him, and because of my curiosity you would not be able to stand being around us due to our talking about experiences, but you would have learned a lot both about him and about me if you heard us talking. I even looked for and visited “dugouts” and cabins in the deep woods just to put myself back into the way they lived and always would have Native Americans as close friends (good and bad). As you know I was and still am, a veritable historian / humanists. I was always interested in the places where I worked and lived and this also meant the people..I would not consider myself as a “tourist” as I was a humanest, not stopping with the gift shops but rather helping with the lambing season, neutering “fixing”, all terms used for this did not appeal to me, but I knew that it was necessary. I even helped with the birth of breached calf’s, and births of piglets, (like a machine gun) with a long rubber glove on my arm in my high school agriculture class. So, yes we would have many common subjects to talk about great and not so great. I too have had the breath of me freeze to the bandana on my upper lip, while out in the extreme cold, I have also been caught in those “ground blizzards” blind until you would need to climb on top of your vehicle to see where the air was clear~! I always carried two 100# bags of cow feed in the trunk of my car to give it traction on the ice~! So,,,,Yes, I have been where it was very cold, but also where it was very hot, both very wet and very dry~! Deep loose sand and mud up to your arse. Been there, done that~!
So this takes me to my present problem concerning WordPress, and I will tell you about it on FaceBook or email because I do not want it to get it mixed up with all of your 5K plus correspondents, that I must compete with. Please forgive all of the “re-post” presently going on. I am trying to retrieve, not my original post which I do keep elsewhere, but rather the “reply’s” involved which I mostly wrote verbatim, or “off the cuff”. And these will be lost if I close down my app with WP at the end or my yearly contract, so I am trying to save the important ones to my “keep” files, causing a storm of their being re posted, not by my command, I also notice that they are no longer recognizing me, due to my having strong words about what they have done illegally.
(in case the call me “unidentified”, yes this is (SAM))
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My correspondence doesn’t go to my email, just to my blog,Sam. I do have blog email but forget to look at it until once a year or so Forgottenman remembers to remind me to. If you send things email, I don’t get any correspondence there other than friends not associated with blogging so it won’t get lost…J
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will do, I have sent things to you before which you may never have seen.. Will try later..when I know which is which~!
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He is so adorable.
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Awww! This tiny bird is just too precious. And your Dad awesome.
pax,
dora
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Everyone loved my dad. With one or two exceptions. He was “Uncle Ben” to everyone in town. I found out later that he helped several young men to go to college and once when he was behind someone in line at the bank, he heard the bank president turn down a loan to some farmer come upon hard times and as he walked out the door, my dad handed him a check for the full amount he’d asked to be loaned.. no conditions, no papers signed. A relative of that man told me about it at my 50th class reunion. Dad had never told a soul.
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A Good Samaritan, in fact. My Dad was similarly like that in a culture that looked on such gratuitous and hidden acts as weakness. You don’t get your names on buildings that way.
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But you do get them written in people’s hearts.
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That story is amazing! I think that’s the first time I’ve heard it.
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I’d never heard it either. That’s one thing about town and school reunions..you hear old stories you’d never hear otherwise.
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How lovely.
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