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Fun Facts Friday - the sandhill crane

     I’m not up on all the birds of the world, but I can pick out most of the ones which frequent my neck of the woods.

As you may recall, I had a robin’s nest in my garage this spring, and it appears that the two surviving offspring have left the nest. Yeah! I wish them well but am thankful to park my car in the garage again.

Until my little tenants arrived, I didn’t know much about robins. I read up on them when I discovered the nest, of course, but have forgotten much of it. Robins aren’t birds that particularly interest me. 

But take these guys. Just a young family out for a stroll down a country road.

Sandhill cranes are beautiful, large birds. Couples mate for life and typically hatch one to three young in the spring. On average only one of these youngsters lives to adulthood. Just like the robin hatchlings, no matter how big they may be, baby birds of any kind are easy prey for predators.

So what is a baby crane called? A chick? A gosling? Think about it while I go on.

Maybe, instead, you can guess how long cranes can live? In the wild, they can live as long as 20 years, sometimes even up to 30 years. The oldest documented crane in the wild was over 37 years old.

I wish I’d been able to take a picture of a crane in flight. They remind me of something prehistoric, almost like a tetradactyl. But maybe that’s not so much of a stretch when you realize that cranes are one of the oldest living species of birds. Fossils of them have been found to be two million years old.

The last interesting thing about cranes is their distinctive call. It is one of my favorites, probably only behind the call of the loon or the whippoorwill. Click on this link to hear some of their sounds.

Oh, and lastly, a baby crane is called a colt. Look at those gangly legs and you can figure out why.

Food for Thought

     “If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.“ —  Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Where I live, and I suppose the same is true of most places, it’s a rare day that the majority of the population is happy with the weather. In the winter, it’s too cold, and in the summer, it’s too hot. Or if it’s a rare warm winter’s day or a cool summer’s day, we still grumble. We like the temperature to be right in the middle.

Likewise, I’m sure you’ve been driving down the freeway, going the speed limit, or perhaps six or seven miles per hour over, when a car goes zooming past. My husband always says to that car, “find the cops for us.”

Or you are driving down a two-lane highway and get behind someone going five miles under the speed limit. You maybe have some choice words for that driver. You get as close behind them as you can and watch for any chance to pass. We like to go just the right speed.

In general, most people seem to like it when things are in the middle. So what has happened around here the last few years. Everyone has taken a side, swinging far right or far left. No one wants to compromise, no one wants to give in. There’s no more meeting in the middle.

I heard the quote above many years ago; I think it says a lot. It’s okay to be open-minded about things and it’s even okay to be close-minded, but just don’t lose your mind completely.

I love the movie “Fiddler on the Roof”. If you haven’t seen it, find it and watch it. But in the meantime, let me share just one of the themes.

Tevye is a poor Jewish milkman living with this wife and five daughters in a small Ukrainian village. The year is 1905 and change is coming. But Tevye is going to fight change as much as he can; he will hang onto the traditional way of doing things. His eldest daughter marries a man that she has chosen and fallen in love with, instead of being married off to the man the local matchmaker has found for her. It takes some prodding, but Tevye finally blesses the marriage.

The next daughter also falls in love with a man of her choosing, but this man, though Jewish, is new to the village and has some radical ideas. It takes a lot to convince Tevye to bless them.

Along comes his third daughter, who falls in love with a man who is not even Jewish. Tevye looks at his two younger daughters and you know what he is thinking. He has to draw the line somewhere, and he cannot condone this latest marriage.

You’ll have to watch the movie, or hopefully you’ve seen it and remember how it ends.

But the point is this – we have to draw the line somewhere. We have to figure out how to meet in the middle. We have to accept new and different ways of doing things. But we cannot lose our standards and principles in the process.

Just food for thought for today.

Speaking of food, my momma robin has been feeding her babies enough. Look how big they got in just over a week. 

 

The Sixth Commandment

“Thou shalt not commit adultery.” (Exodus 20:14, King James Version)

In his book, Luther’s Small Catechism, Martin Luther answers the question – What does this mean? We should fear and love God so that we lead a sexually pure and decent life in what we say and do, and husband and wife love and honor each other.

In God’s eyes, to lead a sexually pure and decent life means that you do not have sex until you are married, one man to one woman, and that you don’t stray from that person, in thought, word or actions. You are committing adultery if you have sex in any way outside of your marriage or if you think about having sex with anyone outside of your marriage.

Why?

   But when God made the world, ‘he made them male and female. So a man will leave his father and mother and be united with his wife, and the two will become one body.’ So there are not two, but one. God has joined the two together, so no one should separate them.” (Mark 10:6-9, New Century Version)

   Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral. (Hebrews 13:4, New International Version)

   But I say, anyone who even looks at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart. (Matthew 5:28, New Living Translation)

And there are so many more Bible verses on this topic. But what does this mean for us today?

How about this. Just this week the U.S. Supreme Court overturned Roe vs Wade, returning the power to the states to decide if a woman can get an abortion, under what circumstances, and when during the pregnancy.

I hate sounding so unrealistic and simpleminded, but if no one broke the 6th commandment, no one would need an abortion. Which means, of course, no one is committing rape or incest. Which, we all know, so very sadly, will not happen.

But, hopefully, you see my point. These women who say, “my body, my choice”, should have made the choice to abstain from intercourse or at the very least use the most reliable form of birth control available. If she was in a loving, committed relationship with the man who got her pregnant, he would accept responsibility as well. I know – only in a perfect world.

But we need to turn to God; He really has all the answers. We gotta start listening to Him.  

Oh, boy, time to give you your assignment for this week. If you know someone who has had an abortion, or who is struggling in their marriage, or who is dealing with infidelity – either themself or their spouse – pray for them. No one is a bad person for breaking any of the commandments, including this one. They need our support and understanding. They need to know that you can forgive them and that so can God.

Spring Babies in Wisconsin

We may be past spring and into summer already here in the Northwoods, but June is the month to see all the newborn babies. 
This doe and tiny fawn were spotted in early June just east of Brantwood on River Road. 
 This proud momma brought out her baby for me to see just a few days ago in my backyard.  You have to look in the dead center of this photo to see a yearling eagle in the nest along the shore of one of the Minocqua Lakes the other day.  

This extended family of geese was on Rest Lake in Manitowish Waters. 
While this more organized family was back on Lake Minocqua. 
But who cannot fall in love with this loon family with their three day old. 
As adorable as this baby is, though, there are other babies on my mind right now. 
Oh, my goodness, look who hatched on top of my garage door opener while I was out of town this week. Three hungry little robin chicks. I will do whatever I can to make sure they make it. 

The Fourth Commandment

      Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee. (Exodus 20:12, King James Version)

Oh, boy. I had it in my head all week that I was going to write about the 6th commandment today. Then last night it dawned on me that it is Father’s Day today, so how could I pass up the 4thcommandment. (Let’s me off the hook for another week on that law about committing adultery.)

     Children, obey your parents as the Lord wants, because this is the right thing to do. The command says, “Honor your father and mother.” This is the first command that has a promise with it— “Then everything will be well with you, and you will have a long life on the earth.” (Ephesians 6:1-3, New Century Version)

Back when I was a kid, and for many generations before that, children were much more apt to obey and respect their parents. If they didn’t, they knew what was going to happen. There was going to be a switch on their bottom, or some soap in their mouth, or at the very least, a time-out in the corner. In other words, treat your parents right and things will go good for you, and if not, there are consequences.

     Fathers, do not make your children angry, but raise them with the training and teaching of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4, New Century Version)

And yes, our parents who are over us have an obligation as well. But because we live in such a fallen world, not all mothers and fathers know how to parent. There are kids out there being bounced around the foster care system with very few examples of a loving caregiver.

It’s pretty sad the mess we’ve made of this world.

Which is why we need to put guidelines like the ten commandments back in our schools, courtrooms and other public places. Teach our children to respect adults, but maybe start with teaching our adults to love the little children.

     But Jesus called for the children, saying, “Let the little children come to me. Don’t stop them, because the kingdom of God belongs to people who are like these children. (Luke 18:16, New Century Version)

Let’s just teach everyone to get along. Oh, and also, remember when I started writing about the Ten Commandments the first of June. The first three were about how we show our love to God and the rest were about showing love to others. The Fourth one is a good place to start. Let’s love our parents or our aunts and uncles, grandparents, guardians, teachers, anyone who is in a place to care for us and love us back. Show a little love and honoring, and respecting and obeying will follow.

     Children, obey your parents in all things. This pleases the Lord. (Colossians 3:20, International Children’s Bible)

Okay, last Sunday, I asked you to make an effort to go above and beyond in keeping the Fifth Commandment. How did that work out for you?

Today, your assignment is to do a little extra for those folks who have taken care of you, raised you, stood by you when you were falling. This should be easy, because it is Father’s Day after all. But if – like me – your parents and most of the other elders who were part of your childhood are no longer with you, find another older person who needs a smile, a hug or just a “thinking of you” card.   

     Listen to your father, who gave you life. And do not forget your mother when she is old. (Proverbs 23:22, International Children’s Bible)

Springtime in Milwaukee

   The first weekend in April, when the weather should have at least been pretending to be thinking about spring, my daughter and I drove down to see my son near Milwaukee. It was freezing cold out on Saturday, with snow flurries. We woke up to snow on the ground Sunday morning. Argh!

I naturally refused to get out my winter coat, so I had to pile on a couple layers.

Saturday afternoon, we drove into Milwaukee and spent a few hours wandering around Antiques on Pierce. I’m not sure why I didn’t take any pictures inside (other people did). Claiming to be the largest antique mall in Southeast Wisconsin, it encompasses three floors in the old Quality Biscuit Company building.

From there, we drove to the historic third ward and ate dinner at the Lucky Ginger.  

After eating way too much, we wandered along the pier.

And ended up at Milwaukee Public Market. Which would have been cool to check out further, but it was dinner time so was packed with shoppers.

You know me, I’m not happy until I find a historical marker.

But I really was not happy to find that the Bobblehead Museum was closed.

                       

I can still always find something that fascinates me.

I’ll have to go back again when I have more time to wander and when the sun is shining and it’s above freezing.

Our Kids

   The last two Wednesdays, I wrote about my thoughts on two of the social issues in our news – gun control and abortion. Today, I’m going to try to discuss another such topic.

I really want to understand this. I’ve been reading some articles and even listened to a couple of specialists give a talk on it. I think I’m making headway in my understanding, but then I say, "no, I'm not accepting this."

I can only think of one couple that I know of, who, when they were pregnant, did not want to know the sex of the baby. EVERY other couple who is expecting a baby wants to know if they are going to have a boy or a girl. And then they host a reveal party, so everyone else knows.

I never wanted to know the sex of my babies, and if those grown babies of mine were ever to get pregnant, I’ve told them that I don’t want to know then either. I’m just weird that way. I picture being in the birthing room, when the somewhat alien-looking child finally emerges and the doctor announces, “It’s a  - - - “

And though all these couples now disagree with me and want to know, what happens down the road, when this child doesn’t agree with the “sex they were assigned at birth”.

The media is making this such a big deal. Yet one article I read said that 3% of children feel they are transgender or agender or bi-gender or somewhere on the spectrum of something. There are so many terms, terms that didn’t exist ten years ago.

I’m totally fine with a person being gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, etc. Except that I don’t think it’s anybody’s business. I don’t think you should be embarrassed by your sexual orientation or afraid of being ostracized because of it, but why should it matter? If you care for someone and they care for you, I think the world should be happy that you found someone.

But here’s what not everyone realizes - sexual orientation is not the same thing as sexual identity. And that’s where I lose my focus.

I grew up as a tomboy, playing with as many boys’ toys as girls’ toys. I had dolls, but they were usually tomboys too. And I think I raised my kids to play with any toys they could have fun with. I didn’t know which sex they were ahead of time, so there was no painting their rooms pink or blue, or buying all pink clothes or all blue clothes. Plus, I couldn’t afford that, so I had to start out neutral, not knowing if the second kid would be the same sex as the first.

But why, why, oh, why, would anyone think it’s okay to start messing with kids’ hormones because they think they are a different sex than when they were born? And if they really, in their hearts and minds, think they are a different sex, don’t be mean to them and blow them off, but there has to be a way to nurture them without giving them drugs or considering surgery.

If, once they are an adult and have the means to finance these things, then they should go ahead and do it. But little kids? Being taught in our public schools that it's okay to explore their feelings on their sexuality? When they just want to play with toys that make them happy or dress in what they are comfortable wearing? No wonder our kids are losing their minds; we adults are causing it. Well, and the media too.

Let kids be kids. Don’t tell them who they are or who they aren’t. And don’t make up these crazy names they can’t understand or tell them they are on some spectrum. And don’t change the English language by referring to a girl or a boy as a they, because that’s what he or she saw on the internet. Teach them respect. Teach everyone to respect everyone else.  

I just think our children have enough to deal with without being in the center of the news. But as admitted at the beginning, I don’t get it. All I know is that our society keeps getting more and more messed up. 

I never worried about the sexual identity of my kids. I really just wondered if they'd become psychopaths. 
 

Fifth Commandment

   “Thou shalt not kill.” (Exodus 20:13, King James Version)

No, you didn’t miss anything. Last Sunday, I promised that I would give you the details on God’s Ten Commandments, and here I am, starting out with number five. If you read this blog the last two Wednesdays, you may remember that I touched on this commandment then. So it seemed to make sense to start in the middle.

You’d think it would be pretty easy to keep this law. Truly, which of us has killed another human being? Maybe if we were fighting in a war. Or, in America right now, if you were defending yourself or your loved ones from a psychopath on a shooting spree.

But what is the real meaning of this commandment? Is it just that God told us not to kill someone else and that is all there is to it?

 If anyone takes human life, he will be punished. I will punish with death any animal that takes a human life. Human beings were made like God, so whoever murders one of them will be killed by someone else. (Genesis 9:5-6 Good News Translation)

There is much more to it. God gave us the gift of life. Taking another human life is not only about committing murder, but it also includes abortion, euthanasia and suicide. God not only expects that from us, but also that we do no harm to others and we help them and support them in all their physical needs.

 Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go buy that person lunch, or if he’s thirsty, get him a drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don’t let evil get the best of you; get the best of evil by doing good. (Romans 12:20-21, The Message)

What can non-believers say about that? How can anyone, in their right mind, argue that instead of helping our fellow mankind, that we harm them or kill them? Or ignore their pain and suffering when they are injured?

Every one of us breaks every one of the commandments at some time or another, including this one. But we live in a really messed up society if we think it’s okay to purposefully kill, harm, hurt or turn our backs on someone who is in pain. And, yes, we all understand that euthanasia would end the suffering of someone with a terminal illness, but then we are playing God. God tells us why we shouldn’t pretend to be Him in the first commandment, so we’ll get back to that then. (Maybe I should have started with number one.)    

I’m going to give you an assignment each week, something to get you thinking about these commandments, living them. 

This week, if you see or hear of someone in need, help them out. If a stranger on the sidewalk stumbles, catch them to keep them from falling. If you notice someone going without lunch because they don’t have any money, buy lunch for them. If you hear of someone who needs crutches after an injury, and you have an old pair in your basement, offer them.  

Whenever you possibly can, do good to those who need it. (Proverbs 3:27, Good News Translation)

Ever Been to a World's Fair?

   I can’t remember when I last blogged about all the travels I’d taken in the last year. I wrote for a whole month, I think, about the week I spent in Wisconsin Dells in October. Then I revisited some of those sites the first weekend in May, when we went camping. I have thrown out the window any attempts at writing chronologically about my travels.

Yet, I’m going to persevere in boring you with new travels.    

I hate posting pictures of snow when it is so nice outside. Finally!!! But, oh well, it can’t be helped.

Back in February, I took a quick weekend trip back to Wabasha, Minnesota, to visit my friend who lives there. I’ve written about Wabasha enough in the past, so instead here is one stop I made on the way there.

The farming town of Neillsville is known for being the home of Chatty Belle, the world’s largest talking cow. When I pulled into the parking lot where she resides (and does not talk, by the way), I was so taken by the building next door, that I didn’t even get a picture of her.

She had been on display at the 1964 World’s Fair in New York, along with this building.

The 1964 World's Fair Wisconsin Pavilion building is currently home to Central Wisconsin Broadcasting radio studios on the upper floor.

A cheese and gift shop on the main floor (where, yes, I bought some cheese and some other snacks too).

On the lower level was a display of World’s Fair memorabilia. I remember when the World’s Fair was a big deal, but no one hears about it much anymore, even before the pandemic struck. Just part of our changing times, I suppose.

Looking over this picture just now, after nearly four months, I wondered at first why I hadn’t centered this antenna. Then I looked closer and it came back to me.

Yes, that is a plane going by.

 For more information:

    On Chatty Belle – https://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2444

    On the Pavilion – 

https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/wisconsin-pavilion-worlds-fair-1964

    On the 1964 World’s Fair – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1964_New_York_World%27s_Fair

Our Babies

 Last Wednesday, I shared my opinion on gun violence and gun control. Those of you who shared your thoughts were in alignment with me. You might argue with my ponderings from today.  

I believe, without a doubt, that abortion at any stage of conception is murder. From the time that sperm embeds in that egg, there is a human life form snuggling inside Mom.

And yet, I have a hard time getting behind a ban on all abortions. There’s more to consider than just killing unborn babies. What about those little ones born addicted to the drugs their mother has been using the entire pregnancy? Or the babies abandoned in alleys because their mother just couldn’t cope, thought she could raise the little one on her own and just doesn’t know where to turn when she can’t. What about the babes killed by mothers or fathers because they just wouldn’t stop crying? Those are all sins too.

Adoption isn’t always the perfect answer; kids raised in those families can still run into pain and suffering. No family is perfect. But then, neither is anything in this world. Also, with in-vitro fertilization and other medical advances in fertility, the number of families trying to adopt isn't as high as it used to be.  

In my naive brain, I feel the best answer is to prevent these girls and women from getting pregnant in the first place. No fertilized egg, no pregnancy. Duh.

Effective birth control is pretty readily available to anyone who takes the time and effort to get it and use it. Better yet, and here I am being super naïve – don’t have sex unless you are willing to pay for the consequences. Of course, I get it – what about rape? (Everyone always refers to “rape and incest”, but really? Those cases where incest is not rape? Makes my stomach turn.)

But here’s the real deal as I see it. Abortion is not in the news right now because of babies living or dying or women having the right to do what they want with their bodies. Right now, abortion is in the news because it is one more knife to drive the right and the left farther apart.

Many, if not most, Americans were able to say that abortion was one answer to a difficult question, as long as it was done early enough in the pregnancy. And in some circumstances, it should remain legal, which would make it safer for the mother instead of her seeking illegal, backwoods methods.

Then the folks over on the liberal left decided it was okay to abort babies at 40 weeks gestation, when the baby would be able to live outside the womb, if someone would just love them. But instead, it was okay to leave them to die.

Of course, you all realize that even though these were the cases that grabbed our attention, they really were pretty rare. I don’t have statistics, but I am sure that the vast majority of abortions taking place in this country are ones where the baby is way less than twenty weeks gestation and unlikely to live outside the womb.

Anyway, after the left-wingers pushed that whole agenda and led us to believe that all these women would agree to abortions far into their pregnancy, the conservatives on the right decided to push back and limit abortions in any way they could.

Or maybe it all started when our previous president made sure there was a “moral majority” on the Supreme Court.

Whichever end started it, in my opinion, the whole abortion issue, isn’t about babies living and dying; it’s about the Republicans and the Democrats moving farther apart on one more issue. No matter what your opinion is, I hope you believe that they need to start moving closer together for anything good to come out of this country.  

(And please don’t think that I am making light of the issue. Abortion is a serious subject; it still is murder. But I’m afraid that the people running our country see it as just another item on their agenda.)