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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #90 on: January 02, 2021, 02:00:18 PM »

Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away. ~ Unknown

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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #91 on: January 02, 2021, 02:26:48 PM »

Hi Everyone,

Hope your having a good day.

I was looking out the bathroom window at the bird feeders, we have 4 blue birds, I've never scene them here before.  Loved it.

That was a nice thing to see today.

It's warm today around 60, it's gotten cloudy out and the wind is picking up, so temps are starting to go down.

Have a good afternoon everyone.
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #92 on: January 02, 2021, 02:30:56 PM »

Hi Everyone,

Hope your having a good day.

I was looking out the bathroom window at the bird feeders, we have 4 blue birds, I've never scene them here before.  Loved it.

That was a nice thing to see today.

It's warm today around 60, it's gotten cloudy out and the wind is picking up, so temps are starting to go down.

Have a good afternoon everyone.


Man 60's would be nice mass! Can you tell us if you live inland or coastal?
I always assumed MA was cold and snowy.

tsk - I hear the same here with burlington and all the rest btw....what a hassle to try and drive around to many stores...

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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #93 on: January 02, 2021, 02:39:23 PM »


Peep - That's a nice desk.

Best = "No assembly required"   ;D
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #94 on: January 02, 2021, 02:41:01 PM »

Posting Penny Pics for LILBRO!!!

A lot of Gerb pics!!
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #95 on: January 02, 2021, 02:44:25 PM »

Posting Penny Pics for LILBRO!!!

A lot of Gerb pics!!
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #96 on: January 02, 2021, 02:46:03 PM »

Good Afternoon

Ate Lunch and have just been lounging and collecting strength,  will make a simple Chicken Breast /Stuffing Casserole for dinner and have it ready to take over when we watch our lils  :)

KAREN Oh no all that water, poor Taffy Apple,  and wow she's smart! Hope all dries out for you soon. Praying for your back and hip..(((hugs))
OLDGUY Cute Cat Memes. MuguMogu is so WONDERFUL with her kitties, just look how comphy and Zen she is! Bread! One of my most favorite 70s Bands, always loved their sweet ballads  :) Minion Meme.. Ah ha.. Yep..
PEEP and LORI Bahaha..Seriously! Yep right on..
LORI Can't wait for the Creme Puffs   :)
PEEP A Cats New Years Resolutions..lol
BAZI  Happy New Year! Lol Cat placement table etiquette..hehe
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LISA Aww,  Bandit was is your sweet comfort from Ginger  :) Good for Cabbage :) I just know you will LOVE the Instant Pot like I do  :)
PHYLIZ We always cut our Smokies claws too,
well Hubby did.. She was never happy, so he would wrap her in towel.. She was an outdoor/indoor girl, so we never cut them too short.. Butt wiggle...Lol Paw Pact,  Awww  :) Cute videos.
EZEE  :)
TSK So glad you are thawing!
CLYNN Nice cats..lol Wabt a painting?
T40 lol  :)
MASS OMG really 60?
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #97 on: January 02, 2021, 02:46:44 PM »

Posting Penny Pics for LILBRO!!!

A lot of Gerb pics!!

Lori's fav "Lil DJ Penny Rockin' the house" sporting her blue jeans!!!


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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #98 on: January 02, 2021, 02:48:55 PM »

Aww  :)   :'(

  Had to share. Today while out on the tractor I got to thinking about angels and how the Bible says we entertain them unawares then this shows up on someone?s feed.
Had to share

Cheyenne

"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon .. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article..."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me.

I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons: too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"

Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw...

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter... his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father... and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live while you are alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance.

And if you don't send this to anyone -- no one will know. But do share this with someone. Lost time can never be found.

God answers our prayers in His time... not ours...

God doesn't give us what we can handle, He helps us handle (stands with us, and gets us thru) what we are given. In other words, God's Grace keeps Pace with what we Face!!
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #99 on: January 02, 2021, 02:50:47 PM »

Posting Penny Pics for LILBRO!!!



Aww Sweet Penny  :) LILBRO.. She is just adorable !
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #100 on: January 02, 2021, 03:09:39 PM »

Tsk, My Weezil was a hoot and loved by all. When we moved to Scottsdale he and our other two cats were trained to be indoors only. Though, Weezil learned to sleep hidden on the backyard patio on 115 temp days. Our backyard was fenced with a 5 foot wrought iron fence and mesh added by me, because of the snakes. I hate snakes.  :(
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #101 on: January 02, 2021, 03:59:42 PM »

awe, Pink - brought tears to my eyes...thanks.

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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #102 on: January 02, 2021, 04:00:05 PM »

Mornin' lilbro  Are you accepting late greetings?   Happy New Year!

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   Why certainly Puff, and to you too!!

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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #103 on: January 02, 2021, 04:03:18 PM »

Wow, Pink! Dogs are special!  :-*
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Re: Beak Room 2021
« Reply #104 on: January 02, 2021, 04:09:54 PM »

Wow, Pink! Dogs are special!  :-*

I agree Peep....Ollie man sat patiently on top of my feet while I attended to Scott at times for 40 minutes or so....
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