It was a no-coat and a no-hat kind of day. There was just blissful sunshine and beautiful blue skies the whole day through.
I took advantage of it and caught up on some gardening chores that were needing to be done. Then Millie and I took a nice long walk. It was just the most perfect Leap Day ever!
It had been our intention forever so long to put up a new nesting box, our fifth one, which was a Christmas gift from one of our sons, so before day's end, we finally got it done. There were several bluebirds around the place today, so hopefully there's a young pair near by that is looking for a fancy new apartment.
I put a lot of thought into choosing the best location for the box. I knew it would be best if the entrance hole faced east or northeast to prevent sunlight from shining directly into the hole and overheating the box interior. Finally, the spot was chosen at the foot of an east facing hill that would be protected from the late afternoon sun.
Henry David Thoreau once wrote, "An abode without birds is like meat without seasoning. Such was not my abode, for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one, but having caged myself near them."
|An old box...always a favorite|
While on the subject of birds, I will mention my frustration at not being able to get satisfactory photographs of the wild birds that habitat the ponds found here on the place. They seem to pay no attention, whatsoever, to the cattle when they come to the ponds for water, and just go about their merry business as though all is well with their world. But, with almost the first glimpse they have of me....whoosh! Up and away they go. Most of my pictures of the wild ducks and herons are certainly on the fly.
I mentioned this a few days ago to Dan, wondering why they are so afraid of me, but not of the cattle. It's not like they have never seen me before, because I walk these trails every day. He said, "Well, cattle don't shoot guns." I quickly replied. "Neither do I."
Is it possible that there really is something to genetic memory? Can animals and people inherit memories from ancestors without having had firsthand experience? I Googled.
"Some psychologists, most famously Carl Jung, have theorized that we're born with the memories and experiences of our ancestors imprinted on our DNA. We're not necessarily unlocking them, but it's possible that our most basic survival instincts might stem from some long ago trauma experienced by a dead relative."
"There's evidence in rodents that you can breed learning how to run a maze into the next generation. If rodents find themselves in a certain maze, and their parents had learned some things about the maze, then the little rodents don't have to start from scratch when they learn to navigate it. This at least shows that it is possible that you can have some memory in your genetic material and this material is carried on."
|They don't fear Millie as much as they do me....guess her ancestors didn't carry a gun either.|
News from the sewing room...
Making five dolls at one time is proving to be a bit challenging. I knew it would, especially with spring coming on. I will just keep daubing along, and eventually maybe I can say...
"There's a little person in there.
That's what I am trying to do...
I am trying to bring that little person out.
It's just dying to be born...dying to be born...."
~Ralph and Mary Gonzales
"Sculpting the Original Doll"
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