tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post3555917691134190810..comments2024-03-28T23:06:10.904-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: What We Do Not SeeMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-74580002006366108152013-05-17T22:22:50.625-04:002013-05-17T22:22:50.625-04:00Nice to live in a place where we can see so much w...Nice to live in a place where we can see so much wildlife. I am amazed by what I have seen in my life so far.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-14012775244156606102013-05-15T22:36:27.372-04:002013-05-15T22:36:27.372-04:00Ellen Abbott- The less wildlife there is, the poor...Ellen Abbott- The less wildlife there is, the poorer we are.<br /><br />Ms. Fleur- It's just a yard. But Lord, there must be bugs over there. They did fix the porch swing!<br /><br />Nicol- Do!<br /><br />Vesuvius- They look so much like dogs but so definitely are not.<br /><br />SJ- Well that makes me happy. I love you too.<br /><br />Sweet Jo- My goal is to always coexist peacefully. Unless they start stealing my chickens, of course.<br /><br />Elizabeth- They say you never forget your first time.<br /><br />Steve Reed- Yes. The markings are pretty good on the stones. They go back pretty far. I'll have to go and recheck that because I've forgotten. Early 1800's? <br /><br />NOLA- That's an amazing story. <br /><br />Madame King- Good damn question, my dear.<br /><br />Mel- Thank YOU for letting me tell you about it. <br /><br />Rachel- The dead never bother me. They are so very quiet.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-1563164081625379602013-05-15T13:05:04.922-04:002013-05-15T13:05:04.922-04:00When I was younger, I dreamed of foxes. I think th...When I was younger, I dreamed of foxes. I think they are my totem animal. This is a beautiful moment, thank you for sharing it. In Pennsylvania, there is a graveyard you have to walk through to reach the river. I always loved browsing through the lives. They've never scared me. They really do seem at rest.<br />xoRachelVBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10312736736551027564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-66124648631203122832013-05-15T13:04:39.630-04:002013-05-15T13:04:39.630-04:00Lovely, lovely. I'm soaking it all in too, pay...Lovely, lovely. I'm soaking it all in too, paying attention. Just finished reading Prodigal Summer and I miss that book terribly. It opened my eyes even further, as if that were possible. Thanks for letting us see what you see.<br />xo<br />Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-46337537136935938992013-05-15T11:28:23.715-04:002013-05-15T11:28:23.715-04:00Which of you was domesticated?
XxooWhich of you was domesticated?<br />XxooRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-19415655913700746172013-05-15T03:56:45.585-04:002013-05-15T03:56:45.585-04:00I lived in a remote Eskimo village with my border ...I lived in a remote Eskimo village with my border collie mix Selma, and it was interesting to watch her change from Oregon farm puppy to wild Alaska dog. Though, being a border collie, she was always more civilized than me, and saved my stupid ass from everything from moose to bears to porcupines in the face. <br /><br />One year there were foxes in the nearby hills and they would bark so communicatively. One morning I let Selma out and there was a fox very close to the house. Selma was fox size and had a bushy tail, and that fox was so confused about this black fox coming out of a house. It barked at Selma, a "are you one of us?" And Selma barked back, "I'm not sure." She looked at me, she looked at the fox, she looked out across the frozen ocean and at the frozen caribou skeleton she had dragged home the day before. The fox kept trying to get her to join him, but she chose me. Something changed in our relationship that day, though. NOLAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05572754078356812922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-54032850575387075212013-05-15T01:45:36.498-04:002013-05-15T01:45:36.498-04:00I love the graveyard! Amazing! Are there inscripti...I love the graveyard! Amazing! Are there inscriptions on the stones? How old is it and who's buried there?<br /><br />As for the fox, I usually try to steer clear of them. They ARE wild and they can be rabid. They're like raccoons that way. But they're cool to see from a distance.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31562501293299630122013-05-15T00:45:30.986-04:002013-05-15T00:45:30.986-04:00Well, that was gorgeous prose. I feel as if I'...Well, that was gorgeous prose. I feel as if I've seen a fox, and it was the first time for me.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-6381792015003765522013-05-15T00:00:59.714-04:002013-05-15T00:00:59.714-04:00We are different than these animal creatures but w...We are different than these animal creatures but we are one in sharing this space with them and it is cool to peacefully co-exist - in most cases. Sweet JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85296630746605683412013-05-14T21:33:45.962-04:002013-05-14T21:33:45.962-04:00I LOVED this. And definitely, totally, love you.I LOVED this. And definitely, totally, love you.SJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174193133138897712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73136328731081447562013-05-14T21:20:21.244-04:002013-05-14T21:20:21.244-04:00Oh I love this. It gives me delicious shivers. And...Oh I love this. It gives me delicious shivers. And it's nice, to remember that I am not always the watcher.<br /><br />Once or twice in Denver, when we lived by a park, I looked out my window late at night to see a fox loping silently beneath the street lights. It's not a sight you forget. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-75578262201132253972013-05-14T20:25:20.846-04:002013-05-14T20:25:20.846-04:00I remember seeing a fox when it was foggy outside ...I remember seeing a fox when it was foggy outside (after a rain, in the evening) in Tallahassee, near where I lived. I appeared to have blood on its mouth. Maybe it was my imagination, but that's what it looked like. I never forgot him. It was kind of the same thing as your situation, where we stared at each other. There's more...maybe I'll write about it someday.nicolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-70421636151017249732013-05-14T20:18:40.232-04:002013-05-14T20:18:40.232-04:00Wow. Cool encounter.
I like the graveyard too....Wow. Cool encounter. <br /><br />I like the graveyard too. It's nice that it has shade.<br /><br />Sorry about the yard. Rumor has it Gen is going to hire Jr to come out with his tractor... ugh.Petit fleurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02626110471501778855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-58875799563521123262013-05-14T19:20:55.165-04:002013-05-14T19:20:55.165-04:00We have rabbits in the wild space and our neighbor...We have rabbits in the wild space and our neighbor's brush pile. I haven't seem them yet this year, well, I saw one darting to safety out of the corner of my eye. I'm glad they aren't visiting the garden this year. Too much farmland here for foxes I think. I don't even know if we had foxes here. You know what I miss? When I was a kid growing up at the edge of woods and everyone's property was very woodsy we would scare up jack rabbits. I miss the jack rabbits.<br />ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.com