Sorry about yesterday's post. I was doing some research and it lead me to believe that having that post out there in the world was not in my best interests. Am I paranoid? Yeah, probably. But just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean someone's not out to get me. ;o) And these days, one can never be too careful. Am I right or am I right?
The postal service lost another one of my paychecks. Wouldn't ya know it, though? The day the office mailed me a new one, it arrived. It had been folded and mutilated, but it got here. Let's see if the replacement check arrives.
I follow a place called Wild Heart Ranch. Those people are doing some amazing things rehabilitating wildlife. They got in this bald eagle who'd been grounded for quire some time due to an old broken wing. He was dirty and his feathers were bedraggled. On a happy note, he wasn't emaciated. He must've been finding enough to eat on the ground to keep him going. This morning, they posted a picture of him in his huge flight cage. He's all clean and his feathers have grown out and he's FLYING. I'm not sure if he'll be 100% release-able but there's hope for him now. Yay. (If they don't think he'll succeed in the wild, they'll transfer him to somewhere where he can be an ambassador animal and live out his life in captive health and happiness.)
When I was a teen, I read a book about a wildlife rehabber. And I SO wanted to be one. A friend asked me recently if I thought about becoming one now. I'm too old, gimpy, and crotchety, and too set in my ways to attempt a task of that magnitude at this stage of my life. Hell, I can't manage a house pet right now, let alone a slew of wild and helpless critters.
As an aside, that book about the wildlife rehabber was non-fiction, and it held some widely popular if utterly wrong ideas. Like 'never feed birds peanut butter'. I went years believing if I fed birds peanut butter, it would kill them. I was horrified when my daughter's school made pinecones with PB and seeds. Derp. I know better now. And hey, it was written in the '80s, Maybe she truly believed what she was saying was true. One would think, though, that if she was rehabbing animals, she'd know from experience that her belief was false. :shrug:
Yesterday, I made granola bars, but since I hadn't been shopping yet, I didn't quite have all the right ingredients. I made do. Not enough walnuts? Chop up some mixed nuts and throw that in. I bought the wrong kind of oats, too. Rolled instead of quick. Eh, they're tasty, if slightly more crumbly than an actual bar. Hubs doesn't care, so it's all good. Such is life in this make-do world we're living in.
Okay, I should probably get my buns in gear. Today is Wallyworld day and I still have stuff to do before that happens. Hasta la bye-bye. And have a great day.