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A bird's eye view of a life in flight.
My Feathered Colleague
Working from home for the last 18 months has been interesting to say the least. I started working from home regularly in March 2020, when COVID-19 made its appearance in Calgary, AB. It was a scary time. My 11-year-old daughter at the time didn’t leave the house for an entire 6 weeks. We lived in a 3-bedroom apartment at that time, and no kidding, she didn’t even go outside on the balcony because she was so scared to get sick.
By Patricia Krzystek4 years ago in Petlife
Hawks and Chickens
"You were a hawk raised like a chicken." Said my therapist. He'd said a lot of other things too, but that was the phrase that stuck in my head. It was a story in itself. A hawk raised as a chicken. There are folk tales with that theme, and how once the hawk sees the sky she could lift her wings and fly.
By Danielle Mullineaux4 years ago in Petlife
He Killed Her Babies To Win Her Love: Did He Succeed?
This happened a couple of years ago when I was still in school. I lived in a city in India in an old-style house with big and airy rooms with vents near the ceilings for air and light. These vents had small gaps in between from where small birds could come inside the room.
By Richa Khare4 years ago in Petlife
My beloved
The pets in all the great storybooks do extraordinary things like rescuing people, saving children, stopping fires, and so on. So you might be a little disappointed when I tell you the story of Fred. Just an extra ordinary bird living a normal life. There was just Fred. And there was just me.
By Lucy Starr4 years ago in Petlife
Chickens are Dumb, Right?
Chickens are dumb, right? Think again. My chickens not only answer to their names but they have an innate sense of when they can escape their yard to forage in the garden. Indeed, White-tail has a habit of waiting for the right moment to nip into the laundry, up the stairs, and into the kitchen… not waiting for us to bring scraps out.
By Ronald Gordon Pauley4 years ago in Petlife
Corncrake
During a camping holiday in the Yorkshire Dales of Northern England, we heard a strange noise as twilight was starting to fall late most evenings (this was in mid-June). At first, we simply imagined that a fellow camper was blowing up an airbed using a pump of some kind, as there was a repeated sound that could have been somebody giving three quick pumps. But why only three, never more and never fewer?
By John Welford4 years ago in Petlife
