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 I think when I started out in the
Army; I was drawing about $90 a month. Somehow this didn’t seem to be enough,
and I worked hard to get promoted to the next pay level of about $115 a month,
as I recall. Now I was on top of the world. High living. Generally ran out of
funds about 5 days before the end of the month and I would end up hocking my
portable radio or a camera at the local pawnshop. Seemed like I did ok. Of
course, Uncle Sam was providing my food, housing and medical needs, for whatever
they were worth. Today, well, you know how it is. It seems like the more we
make, the more we spend. There just seems to be more things to spend money on
than in earlier days gone by. I was looking out the front window, as I was
thinking about this article and it dawned on me that we feed cats, squirrels,
raccoons, possums, deer, many birds and Lord only knows what else. Which gets me
to thinking…who was taking care of them before we moved here? Is there some
sign out there that says…"Mr. and Mrs. Mullet live here…drop on by for
a good meal."? Our place looks like a zoo from time to time. If I try
sleeping in on some mornings, I halfway expect some disgruntled forest creature
to come and ring the doorbell to get the buffet going. I know the cats watch for
me, since they sit in the window in front of my desk and meow like crazy until
we go and feed them. The deer have gotten so they stand out in the yard about 30
feet from me as I ladle out their daily corn ration. When I’m late I seem to
detect a look of anger in their otherwise sweet faces. They seem to be
saying…"Look stupid, we need to eat …now." I think they secretly
talk about me as well. I may need to see a doctor about some of this. We don’t
overfeed, but I think we have inadvertently gotten these critters in the daily
habit of stopping by our house for a snack to supplement whatever their normal
diet is composed of. It must be common knowledge that we are easy and that guilt
works on us. I have to really talk to myself and remind myself that these things
have been feeding themselves without my help for many, many years. Am I enabling
them to the point that they won’t be self-sufficient? God, I hope not. I have
tested this theory out and when we get back from some trip of a couple of days,
I’m relieved that there aren’t any little dead bodies laying around on my front
porch.. One of the oddest things that have occurred is the emergence of a small
honeybee. Not that honeybees are all that strange. Except this one has taken up
residence in my radio on the porch. There are 4 little holes in the back of the
case where the thing screws together. These are about the size of a pencil. This
little bee works and works inside of these little holes. We have yet to figure
out what he is doing. He can’t be building a nest…since the holes are so
small. He is busy though, just busy as a …., well you know. He’s been there
for over a month, every night in and out, doing whatever makes him happy. We
have starting thinking that maybe; he’s building himself a little weekend place
for himself. You know, away from the maddening hive. Right by the hummingbird
feeder. So cheap grub is always available. Kind of a retreat for a hard worker.
I don’t have any other ideas about what he could be doing, so this is just as
good as any other ones that you can think of. Feeding the forest isn’t for the
faint of heart either. Many times you will go out to the trash and something
just leaps out from the night to surprise you. Perhaps they got shut out earlier
in the day and wanted to be first in line in the morning. Who knows? All I know
is that the guys in the feed store love me and must think I have some huge ranch
somewhere. Or maybe they don’t since I hardly look like a cowboy. It’s a tough
job, but as they say…somebody has to do it. Of course all of this costs money,
which is where I started off in the first place. I’ve looked over the cost and
it figures out to me that I can take care of what needs to be done and buy the
feed necessary for about what it costs me to eat out at some decent restaurant
every month. Now, seeing as I am always looking for a new way to lose weight,
this doesn’t see to be much of a decision. As always, I’m open for comments of
the good kind at www.pearyperry.com. On
the other hand I’m never open to negative stuff since it tends to disrupt my
even vibration force flow. Send those negatives thoughts to me at Box BR549. Who
knows where that came from? See you next week.
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