Dot, My Mother, and I
(at Flat Iron)
As long as I can remember, there was an animal in my life. Sometimes that animal was my only friend, being an only child. They all had names, including the skunk, Sweet William. I didn't grow up to be a veterinarian or anything, but I have a powerful connection with animals...even our cow, Nancy. I have a suspicion that birds have far greater intelligence than we credit them in spite of the fact that their brains are small. Since when does small mean incapable? Seen those hand-held computers lately?
A squirrel sits on my knee. (1960's)
Deer feed on grain from my hand. (1960's)
Still my greatest love. (1960's)
A skunk named Sweet William? That smells like another blog post to me. You could include the skunk-in-the-jar incident.
ReplyDeleteyou were/are indeed an animal whisperer .... and looking stunningly turned out while you did it!
ReplyDeleteI forgot to mention: Walking through a small zoo in FL, I got ahead of Husband and heard someone say, "Want to talk to Sam." (Husband's name) I turned around and was facing a Myna bird, who continued to call "Sam." Husband came and was amazed, "How'd you know my name?"
ReplyDeleteAll I have now are 2 cats, but I can't imagine my life without animals in it.
ReplyDeleteThe original [insert critter here] whisperer!
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