<![CDATA[Blank Title - campfire musings]]>Fri, 19 Jan 2018 11:38:06 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[in gratitude]]>Sun, 14 Jan 2018 17:27:54 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/in-gratitudeWE WOULD LIKE to begin the new year by saying
thank you
to:


Joy S.

MERCI!



bill
and
duffy

thanks a million

much obliged! ! !

our
new zieis 30 lb.
capacity digital
scale

with great appreciation to the donors of the lauren townsend memorial wildlife fund

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 AS I FINISHED writing this blog, I looked out the window and saw our resident barred owl hunting from a maple tree limb.  He touched down to earth, pouncing upon a mouse which he immediately swallowed!


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<![CDATA[forward]]>Sun, 31 Dec 2017 17:05:12 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/forwardPicture
         IT WAS 25 BELOW zero here at Raccoon River Bend this morning, and we are all starting to look like this little squirrel.  But we remind ourselves, "ears above shoulders, and shoulders above hips," as we move through the seasons and into the new year.

we   are
   ready
f o r
anything


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<![CDATA[happy holidays]]>Mon, 18 Dec 2017 08:00:00 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/happy-holidaysPicture
    E T E R N I T Y
How do you catch
the shape of a raindrop
before it falls?
How do you catch the essence
of love
in a word?

how do you feel
eternity
without surrender?
how do you feel
bliss
without being free?


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 what is freedom
if your spirit sits still?
we are flow,
water streaming down
rushing mountain-sides,
wind blowing through whispering
forest-leaves,
this is the ecstacy
which moves my soul
to freedom.


I am the movement
in the moment of stillness,
my breath rippling through my
empty thoughts,
my body existing without the need for stress or tension:
I am loose, I am free.

I am the sweet wind's melody
echoing through the rustling trees,
I am the bubbling water
above a tadpole's kiss,
I am the stealthy lynx
slipping secretively

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through the arms of trees,
I touch all, but none can keep me. . . .

how do you catch
the shape of a raindrop
before it falls?
how do you catch the essence
of love
in a word?



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 I am the eagle
soaring over limitless space
I am the child's echoing laughter
which never fades away,
I am the embrace of a mother,
of infinite love.


I am the sky which shows us endless joy,
I am the Earth forever giving love,
I am the connecting power
which links divine and mortal:
without us, infinity could not exist.

We are vessels for light
reflecting each other with joy,
illuminating the soft darkness,
opening our arms to the wisdom of the womb. . . .


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 how do you catch
the shape of a raindrop
before it falls?
how do you catch the essence
of love
in a word?

Hilary Davies


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 Please turn up the volume on your speakers!

thank you laurie h. *

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<![CDATA[gracias]]>Mon, 06 Nov 2017 08:00:00 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/gracias

We would like to say thank you to all of the kind souls out there who helped us in so many ways this year.  It means so much to us, and to the animals, to know that there are such caring individuals ready and willing to give of themselves.


"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart."

Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince

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<![CDATA[appreciation]]>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 07:00:00 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/appreciation
"It was their individuality combined with the shyness of their behavior that remained the most captivating impression of this first encounter with the greatest of the great apes."
Dian Fossey
"I shall never forget my first encounter with gorillas.  Sound preceded sight.  Odor preceded sound in the form of an overwhelming, musky-barnyard, humanlike scent.  The air was suddenly rent by a high-pitched series of screams followed by the rhythmic rondo of sharp pok-pok chest beats from a great silverbacked male obscured behind an impenetrable wall of vegetation."
Dian Fossey
"When gorillas smell danger, they run around and call out to the rest of the primates in the jungle to warn them something evil is coming.  And when one of their own dies, they mourn for days while beating themselves up in sadness for failing to save that gorilla, even if the cause of death is natural.  And when one colony is mourning, their chilling echoes migrate to other colonies - and those neighbors, even if they are territorial rivals, will also grieve with them.  When faced with a common danger rivals turn into allies.  And when faced with death, the loss of just one gorilla becomes the loss of the entire jungle."
Suzy Kassem
"What's with all of the gorillas?"
"Don't you know?
We cherish all animals here. Big and small we honor them all!"

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<![CDATA[journey to freedom]]>Sat, 14 Oct 2017 07:00:00 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/journey-to-freedom      The day before the raccoons are to be released, they burn off some excess energy by playing.
Afterwards they contemplate their journey to freedom.
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   RELEASE
  DAY!


The moon still shone high in the sky.
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      The
   Animals
Approached
     Slowly.

It was going to be a beautiful day.
"I'm Ready."
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 The raccoons concentrated on their new home, and before long they were there!

The earth welcomed them!
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Off in the distance, a lone raccoon appeared.  He embodied the hearts, souls, and spirits of all the animals that had been released throughout the years.  He came to show the new arrivals the wonders of their forest home.

As the sun began to set, we said farewell to the raccoons and wished them a good life, and on our way home we wondered just what they were up to!!

MUCH LATER IN WHIMZEE'S FOREST, a familiar face came forward to guide them . . . .

    "C'mon cooneybears," Scarface called out. "Follow me!"
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<![CDATA[many minnows]]>Sat, 30 Sep 2017 07:00:00 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/many-minnows

a beautiful fall day for fishing!


classroomclipart.com

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<![CDATA[f a l l]]>Fri, 22 Sep 2017 07:00:00 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/f-a-l-l

"any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way."

John muir

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   Happy Autumn!

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<![CDATA[got peanuts?]]>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 20:41:30 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/got-peanuts
the raccoons line up to take their turn at getting peanuts out of their wooden treat box.
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<![CDATA[fond farewells]]>Sun, 17 Sep 2017 07:00:00 GMThttp://raccoonriverbend.org/campfire-musings/fond-farewells

              Hummingbird Nest----

          OUR beautiful ruby- throated hummingbirds left us at the end of August, they are now on their way to Mexico, flying at 25-30 miles per hour.  When they reach the gulf, they will cross 450 miles of water nonstop!  Their body temps. are 105 degrees F, and they drop to 70 degrees F when sleeping.  Next year, during the first two weeks of May our hummingbirds will return.  Their brain is larger in comparison to body size then any other bird!  They are extremely smart, and have very fine memories.  That is how they find our feeders and all the stops to refuel along their migratory route.  Hummingbirds migrate alone, they are not social birds, and live solitary lives.  At our feeder they will consume 1/2 to 8 times their body weight in a single day, they will take 13 licks per second of nectar. Here are some of the bugs that hummingbirds eat for protein: gnats, spiders, mosquitoes, aphids, caterpillars, and insect eggs.  Hummingbirds live for approximately 5 years.  Bon Voyage little guys, see you next year! 

A HUMMINGBIRD STORY. . .

YOU'VE BEEN BUZZED, by Ella Hanna, Bossier City, La.  2010
One morning I was in the process of leaving for work.  And of course, I was behind schedule.  Grabbing up my briefcase, purse, a bag and my keys, I hurriedly walked out of my house into the garage.  Pressing the garage door opener, I transferred my load to both hands as I walked to my car.  At that very moment, I saw --no, I have to correct myself-- I felt a rapid flutter about an inch from my face.  Momentarily startled, I did not immediately know what had taken place.  However, it took only a minute before I saw her-- the hummingbird-- hovering in mid air just outside the garage.  I had been buzzed!!!!!  Ok, I don't "talk" to birds, but somehow I knew it was a message.  So, I put down my bags, went back into the house and looked out my patio window.  The hummingbird feeder was empty.  So I fixed some nectar and refilled the feeder.  Yes, I was late to work-- but I could not get over the hummingbird's behavior.  It was as if they were waiting for me to come outside so that they could say-- "hey, we need food!!!!  And you can't leave until the feeder is refilled!!!"


SOUND FAMILIAR?
worldofhummingbirds.com
classroomclipart.com

as hummingbirds fly to their next destination, black bears visit bird feeders hoping to find some leftovers to fatten up on for the long winter's sleep!

sweet dreams. . .

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