Eagles are now landing in my backyard, Life is good!
ChadTEverson | 04/07/2010 | 10:56 PM |
Well, as you can imagine things here in the dream fulfilled homestead, things have been a bit on pins and needles. I have taken a drastic measure throwing off years of work and relationships that could possibly become fractured, in order to follow this Grizzly Groundswell Reformation.
Well, this morning an Eagle landed in my backyard as to tell me everything is in God’s hands.
I took these first shots tonight as he came back for more of Gladys.
Michelle shot this last photo this morning of the eagle devouring our Glady’s Emanuel hen that suddenly died a few days ago. She must of had a heart attack and died upon her perch. She was one of my favorite hens, a cross breed that was stunning.
In life and especially when you surround yourself with life, tragedy often is followed with great joy and then again with great tragedy again and again with a few moments in time where you can actually stop and smell the roses. Politics is the same way. It is hard for me to remember when this effort was not beset on from every other angle.
The exciting thing for me today is that whether this new Grizzly Groundswell Reformation works or not, it is all in God’s hands.
Get Grizzly!
Well, this morning an Eagle landed in my backyard as to tell me everything is in God’s hands.
I took these first shots tonight as he came back for more of Gladys.
Michelle shot this last photo this morning of the eagle devouring our Glady’s Emanuel hen that suddenly died a few days ago. She must of had a heart attack and died upon her perch. She was one of my favorite hens, a cross breed that was stunning.
In life and especially when you surround yourself with life, tragedy often is followed with great joy and then again with great tragedy again and again with a few moments in time where you can actually stop and smell the roses. Politics is the same way. It is hard for me to remember when this effort was not beset on from every other angle.
The exciting thing for me today is that whether this new Grizzly Groundswell Reformation works or not, it is all in God’s hands.
Get Grizzly!
When I was about four years old I had a pet chicken (not really a pet, just the only one of about fifty or so that would follow me around the yard). I never gave it a name or anything like that but I would talk to her like she was a human…at least she seemed to listen to whatever I had to say. She sometimes was annoying…like the time I was doing something real important (may not have been anything of the sort, but to a 4 year old everything was meaningful) and she came clucking at my knees. Having told her to go away at least a hundred times (more like 2 or 3) my frustrations finally got the best of me… I turned to her and said, “Now go away!” as I kicked her (not very hard) in the butt… She went away OK, but not before she emptied a fresh mix of that excrement that comes from her cloaca (rhymes with kaka) all over my shoe.