Endings and Beginnings....
Hi Everyone
Today was a sad and glad day. This morning while going out about my watering duties, I saw a whole bunch of fuschia colored morning glories blooming on Dave’s handrail.

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Here is one of those fancy fuschia colored Morning Glories. Don't they make you smile?
They were stunning and beautiful; just wonderful bright spots of color.

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Here is a gaily decorated handrail with just a handful of morning glory seeds. Think what you could do! And how pretty your place will look if you planted them early next year in the Spring.
I was driving back from Cottonwood after doing my normal Friday running around, and was on our dirt road. We have a ton of ground squirrels in our area. And since Jon had made what we all call the “Great China Wall” of taking the many rocks from his vineyard to make these wonderful stone fences, the squirrels have seen them as ‘the apartments.’ Snakes make their homes in them, and so do mice, pack rats and lots of insects.

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Here are non-monsoon clouds in the sky today. Our monsoon has flowed out of the area. But any clouds are good clouds to me!
Jon was commented--lamenting--that in the last five years or so, the ground squirrel population has exploded around our canyon. He was wondering where the gray desert fox and coyotes were to keep the population in check. I laughed with him about this, but I felt the combo of the rock ‘apartments’ plus the nice, fat, juicy grapes, were too good a draw for the squirrels and so they’ve multiplied much more than normal.
Anyway, today, on the flat of the road, I saw two ground squirrels about thirty feet ahead of me. They exploded out of the brush at the side of the road. I hadn’t seen them until they leaped out. I took my foot off the accelerator and started to brake. One squirrel dove back toward the berm and the other, unfortunately, dashed right in front of my car. I hit the brakes hard, not expecting the critter to do that. I saw him dodge the first tire. I had an awful feeling and slowed down to a crawl. Looking in my rear view mirror, my stomach sank--there, on the edge of the road was a little gray lump.
I felt horrible. I knew I’d hit the squirrel. I backed the van up, got out and went over to see if it was still alive. I was hoping it was just knocked out. But no such luck. The big, beautiful gray squirrel was dead. I told it was I sorry and I prayed for its spirit and I ask for forgiveness because I hate killing anything. I gently picked him up and I laid him in the grass next to the apartments. I knew that it was his time to go. We all die--it is only what we choose to die from and to decide when to leave our physical body. As I stroked its soft, gray fur, I knew that perhaps tonight, the gray desert fox, a Great Horned Owl, a coyote, or a skunk, might find the body and have a good meal that would last them days. Nothing is ever wasted in Nature. Dust to dust.
So, the rest of my day was colored with the fact I’d accidentally taken a life. Of course, there are no accidents. I had not purposely zeroed in on the little guy to kill him; just the opposite. But he had chosen his way to transit out of this world and back into spirit in this way. Even though I understand this, I don’t like it. I don’t like taking a life; it just goes against everything within me. I can’t even kill a bug or a spider, much less a snake.
On our hike tonight, as I was going up the first part of Cardiac Hill with Rocky when I heard a “flutter, flutter, flutter” sound. I looked over the stone wall and saw a bird was caught in then netting over the long lines of grapes. I made a mental note to cut short my time taking photos and to get back to the aisle of grapes to try and catch the bird and set it free. Jon does a lot to try and protect birds who want his grapes. He has special netting and is very careful and thorough in tying it off so that birds can’t get in. But if they manage to squeeze in somewhere--then they are as good as dead because they can never get out and they die of dehydration.
I thought; well, maybe I can make up for killing that poor ground squirrel today by rescuing this bird and setting it free. Of course, it’s easier said than done. Jon had given us permission years ago to walk the rows of his grapes when he had to net them off before being picked, to find birds and free them. Dave and I do that and we’re very careful how we do it--we don’t want to rip Jon’s nets, nor do we want to tear up his watering system which is just below where the nets are tied. It’s usually a two-person operation and so as I continued to walk, I wasn’t sure I could rescue the bird at all--it’s ten times harder trying to catch a wild bird in that netting without help. Still....it was something I wanted to do for a lot of reason--one was to salve my guilty conscience for killing the squirrel--take a live, give back a life--kind of thinking...disorted, I know...but I’m terribly human about stuff like this
I met Mark on his ATV just at the top of Cardiac Hill. I asked him if he wanted to let Carly, the little dog, to go with me--because she loves to walk with women vs. riding in the ATV. He said sure and I scooped her out and off we went. Mark zoomed ahead with Prancer, his black and white dog, at the helm and standing up like a hood ornament.

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Carly and Rocky are enjoying a group sniff on the trail tonight.
Rocky loves Carly and he truly enjoyed having the extra company through The Cut and up to Sunset Point. They’d stop, sniff, do their doggy things and then trot on. Carly’s legs are so tiny and Rocky is so long and leggy....it was funny to watch “mutt and jeff” together. It brought me a lot of joy just watching them enjoy their time together.

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Carly and Rocky trotting down the road together--Mutt and Jeff....
The sunset tonight was without monsoon clouds.

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At first the sunset was golden with a few beautiful clouds to add decoration to the sky In fact, our monsoon has left, much like the tide of the Ocean going out, but its supposed to return on Monday. In the meantime, the skies are pretty clear and certainly not as exciting. But, I love all clouds so any cloud is a GOOD cloud!
The sunset was interesting.

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Here is the sunset while it is still got the golden tones
We had just enough clouds to give it ‘character’ and it was golden. I had a quick chat with Mark, gave the doggies their little Milkbone treats and off I went to try and find that bird before it got too dark to find him at all. I was half way through The Cut and looked back, and gosh, the dramatic change of color on the sunset was beautiful--it had turned from gold to a deep red color!
In the vineyard, I found the right row of grapes. I heard the fluttering. I had Rocky on a leash and I put my camera down. The bird (a female Black Headed Grosbeak) was fluttering and flying all the way down to the end of the row. I caught it twice, but it evaded me because I didn’t want to wreck the netting getting to the bird. I knew that eventually, the bird would reach the end--which is the best place to catch them. They get hung up and suspended by netting all around them. Plus, it was getting dark. And I was counting on that to help me get to the little girl.

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Here's the little guy I rescued. And Kiasi helped me identify the bird as a Black-headed Grosbeak--it is a female.
When the bird came to the end I managed to grab it in my fist when it was down near the bottom where the netting is rolled and it’s twisted shut. I was able to ease my hand between the two nets at the bottom and capture the Black-headed Grosbeak. Then, I pulled the opening apart just enough to get her out. The netting was spared and back in place and I had the goofy bird.
I tried taking a couple of photographs of him--they didn’t come out swell--but she was squeaking and fighting and I just didn’t have the heart to keep her captive any longer. It was a sweet feeling to open my hand and allow him to spring out of my palm and into the air. Off she went!

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Helping to save a life is infinitely more pleasant than taking one. But, like life, the scales of Spirit balance as they should be.
I sure felt good then. Relieved. I might have killed an animal and taken it’s life, but Spirit had allowed me a reprieve to show that I could also help save a life and give it back to another animal. Isn’t that just like our lives? Sometimes we get caught up in the netting of our mind, our distortions on life and Spirit reaches in through the netting, captures us, and sets us free?

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Here is that red sunset for 8.18.06
In Spirit.....







































































