St. Francis Called

When the sun came up today after that wild little storm the world was all pearl and opal, with a sky the color the streets of Heaven are said to be and I would have felt entirely joyous - if I weren’t worried about the animals. It’s been a hard winter and there's just not much to eat anymore.

For Christmas this year two of our kids gave David and me this amazing motion-activated camera that you mount on a tree to catch the animal-action around your house. So now when I start feeling sorry for myself I call up their images and try to telepathically say to them that Winter is almost over, which now that I think of it they probably know better than I do.

I also have my eye on those neat little slabs of seed-covered suet you can buy and hang outside. They'd be nice for the birds and squirrels anyway, though David always  says they’re a bad idea. “Once you START feeding them you can never STOP and what're you gonna, keep it up til you die?" he says, an argument that seems to me to offer lessons all its own.So yeah think I’m going to buy one or two and hang them this afternoon. I figure I can do something for these little ones even if I can’t think what to do for the raccoon, or the flouncy fox, or that dapper little skunk or these delicate deer here coming as a family to see what they can find.coming all together to see what they can find.