Wednesday, September 30, 2009

A good omen



A good luck omen


One of the advantages of living on a lake is the proximity of wildlife, mostly birds. I had been told you should never have your desk in your bedroom. However, my bedroom has such a beautiful view and it just seemed natural to keep my desk in front of the window, where I could look out over my computer and see what is going on out there. I can hear the cry of the Kingfisher just in time to look up and see him dive from the limbs of a weeping bottle brush tree. Or I can hear the call of an Osprey and know to look up high and see him perched on a branch , fish in his claws, and watch him devour his meal for the next several hours. And in the early evening or early morning, at certain times of the year, I can hear the call of the owl and I know the owl has returned.

The next day, I will go out at dusk and sit quietly on the bank until I hear the call. By following the sound, I can usually determine which tree he is in. From there it is a matter of forcing my eyes to look for the carefully camouflaged animal hiding from me there.

Once I looked up and saw a very large horned owl , nestled so tightly against the trunk of a pine tree, that it was a long while before I really saw him. I would guess him to be about 20 inches high. He looked something like a cat nestled there and I found that they are sometimes called “cat birds”. Needless to say, he had seen me before I ever moved off my stalking spot.
He was glaring down at me with such a fierce look that I was frightened that he would swoop down and pick me up in his talons, fly over the lake,and drop me off!

You can see from this photo, taken from a website called “Everystockphoto.com” that they are really well protected by their coloration.

I then went back to sitting quietly and , eventually, heard the call again. Being patient, I then heard an answer. I began to slowly walk along the lake and up the path, stopping and listening along the way. Ultimately. I determined where the reply had come from. Across the pond, in a large tree, I saw another large owl and a smaller one. The smaller one, still quite bulky, was fluffy with new feathers. The cries continued back and forth across the lake as the parents tried to encourage the baby to fly. I watched for almost an hour and the baby did finally fly to another branch.

What a thrill! I have never heard this, but I think owls must be good luck omens. I was once having some serious surgery done and the morning of my appointment, I was awakened with the cry of an owl. I took it to be a good sign.

Living in Florida, I would imagine these big birds are migratory. We usually see them in the fall and don’t see them any more after spring .Since growth and development are gradually taking over most of Florida’s natural habitat, I expect they are becoming scarce. His competition in our particular lake is the alligator, so I’m not sure how hard it is to feed.

To quote Wikipedia:These birds hunt at night by waiting on a high perch and swooping down on prey. Prey is varied. Predominantly small to medium-sized mammals such as hares, rabbits, racoons, rats, squirrels, mice, moles, voles, marmots, shrews, bats, armadillos, weasels and gerbils. It's even a natural predator of porcupines and skunks (like most birds it has poor sense of smell). Birds also comprise a large portion of a Great Horned Owl's diet, ranging in size from kinglets to Great Blue Herons. Waterbirds, especially coots and ducks, are hunted; even raptors, up to the size of Snowy Owls, are sometimes taken. The owls sometimes eat farmers chickens and small to medium and largish dogs. But reptiles, amphibians, fish, crustaceans and even insects only count for occasional prey. Cannibalism has been recorded.

When I was teaching elementary school, one of our science activities was to dissect an owl pellet. Owls cannot digest bones and feathers , so they regurgitate them in a little ball, once a day. These pellets are sterilized and sold by science equipment companies to schools. By dissecting a pellet and using the bones to re-construct the animals, or simply by counting skulls, you can determine how many animals a day are needed by one owl. Owls are territorial, so it can be a good lesson for budding minds in understanding the food chain.

Finally, to teach you a new word: Crepuscular: animals which appear at night.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Getting a Tune Up

Vintage model…high mileage….runs smoothly if treated with respect. My body.

The odometer says the mileage is building up.None of the little red lights are on so I suppose all the fluid levels are ok. The little light that says the tires are out of balance is blinking , so I suppose something is out of whack. Better get it checked out. Our bodies are very much like cars. If you start out with a really good one, you have a better chance of it lasting a long time. Some of us get bodies that seem to endure and take all the hard knocks without showing many dings and scratches. Others are like the Ride 'em cars at the carnival, getting banged around with nicks and bumps everywhere.

We are all allotted only one of these marvelous creations in our lives and it's up to us how we take care of them. Right now, mine is getting its annual tune-up and some things need attention. Like an old tire with a big bubble on the side, this one has a toe with a big bubble on the side and it needs fixin'. I decided to quit hobbling around painfully and get a hammertoe repaired. One has to be quite at wit's end to make this kind of decision.
First, I asked everyone I knew if they had ever had foot surgery. Almost everyone who has had something done to a foot had a horror story to tell. But I learned a lot and was better prepared to make a decision.

Next, I asked my old friend , Google , what it could tell me about hammertoes.
It did a nice job of answering and it didn't sound too fearsome, so I decided to have it done.
They removed the bony protuberance on the little toe, and also the hard callous which had formed on top of it. Every time this nasty little node hit my shoe, it sent me a a sharp pain.
The whole thing was done under general anesthesia in an outpatient clinic and I was able to walk on it to get out and into a car. It is , of course, heavily bandaged and I am wearing a special "boot" over the bandage for two weeks. No driving, either!

But…lucky me! I'm not having any pain. And, for two weeks, I get to lie down, prop up my feet and read wonderful books and watch great movies. If I had any on hand, I would eat bon bons!

The best part of all this minor ordeal is that great friends and generous gestures keep popping into my life. People call me, offer me rides, bring in my paper and mail, share home made spaghetti sauce and brownies with me, loan me good books and DVDs and just plain call and let me know they care. Wonderful !

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Whadayaknow? the Sailor Stays!

I was misinformed and , therefore, so were you! Todays' edition of the Sarasota Herald Tribune carries a story on the front page titled , "Here's one kiss that's sure to linger." I quote from the article, "The city that guards its bayfront against ugly bridges and homeless boaters made way for a gigantic smooching sailor on Tuesday night. After a spicy two-hour public hearing, commissioners voted 3-2 to accept a WWII veteran's donation of the ...statue."

The deal is, Jack Curran, the man who wanted to remain anonymous but caved into pressure to reveal himself, buys the statue and loans it to the city for ten years. It then becomes the property of the city.

Today I shall write to Carl Muscarello and send him all the clippings. The old vet will be pleased.
If you are ever in Plantation, Florida , look him up and shake his hand. He is a fine man.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

A memorial of his time

This is the last chapter in my blog about the "sailor' statue in Sarasota. The statue was leased to the city as part of the city's sculpture project. The issue that has surrounded this icon for the last year was whether the city should add the statue to its Public Art Collection, or return it to its owner, Seward Johnson. A story in the Sarasota Herald Tribune ( Sept. 8, 2009 written by Robert Eckhart, tells about a local gentleman who came forth anonymously some months ago and offered the city half a million dollars if they would keep the statue in place. Jack Curran, 88 years old , is a veteran. He says , in the Tribune, that he wanted to buy the 26 -foot tall statue "for all the other guys out there like him, who were raised in the Great Depression and served their county in World War II and came home to their sweethearts."

Today, by a vote of 5-0, the Committee approved a motion to deny the lease and eventual donation to the City of the "Unconditional Surrender" sculpture for inclusion in the City's Public Art Collection.
When the time comes that the statue goes somewhere else, there might be another chapter
to the story of "Unconditional Surrender"

Keep the Sailor: Part II


The story of the Kiss continues. The photo in this article was taken from a page in the website:
/www.travelogged.com
Here in Sarasota,Florida, we have an art event called Season of Sculpture, whereby the local Arts Council mounts a show of sculptures a long the bayfront. We have had a variety of scuptures over the years, some as shocking as a giant tooth or a group of crashed cars in a pile . The most popular one by far has been a bronze statue called "Unconditional Surrender" created by an artist named Seward Johnson and inspired by the Alfred Eisenstaedt photograph mentioned in my previous blog.

Anyone older than 60 is entertained, inspired, and often brought to laughter or tears by the statue.
Rarely does a man or woman who served in the war and took part in VJ day, see the statue, without getting out of the car and having a photo taken next to it. It's presence on the waterfront has created a controversy that won't quit.

it is precisely because of the statue that I happened to meet Carl Muscarello.
When I showed my autographed photo to people, a young woman named Amy asked me to get one for her and I did. Now, as it happened, Amy has a friend named Rich Swier who is a mover and shaker in Sarasota. (read more about Rich at://www.richswier.com/

Rich is a veteran and he initiated a campaign to convince the city of Sarasota to keep the statue here. His campaign was called, "Keep the Sailor"
On the anniversary of VJ day this year, 2009, he organized a rally and they all met at the statue to
honor veterans and show their support for keeping the statue here.

Now, to backtrack, Amy , via me, helped put Rich in touch with Carl. The local group paid Carl and his wife to come over and attend the rally.

So. My chance encounter caused a ripple effect.

There is a Part III, so tune in again!

Chance Meeting with a Handsome Stranger



Sometime last spring, I made one of my regular visits to Plantation, Florida. I planned to meet a friend for breakfast. Sitting on a park bench, I struck up a conversation with a handsome man who was buying flowers for his wife. When he learned I was from Sarasota, he asked me if I had seen the controversial statue, "Unconditional Surrender". That led him to reveal to me that he was Carl Muscarello, the sailor kissing the nurse in the original photo on the cover of LIFE magazine , taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt and seen around the world. (Check him out on Wikipedia)

Carl told me his fascinating and truly believable story about the day and the events that transpired on VJ Day anniversary, August 14, 1995. At that time , he and Edith Shain, the nurse he grabbed and kissed, met in NY and recreated the event. The photo of Carl and Edith was taken from the story published by the Daily Mail of London. You may read the whole story at the following web address:

: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-474893/Mystery-sailor-famed-VJ-day-kiss-New-Yorks-Times-Square-identified.html#ixzz0QYFaxxGp


Carl sent me the autographed picture of himself, which I treasure and I showed it to friend.

Now, I must tell you what transpired after that. However, that is another story, for another BLOG

Keep tuned in.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Five month hiatus

Bromeliads in my garden

Gosh! Not only haven't I posted anything in a while, I haven't even looked at my blog. It's been five months. I guess I have just been busy. It's wonderful to have the time, energy and wherewithal
to do whatever strikes your fancy. In April, I visited an old , dear friend in Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina. I had never spent time on the N.C. shore and it is a beautiful area, near Wilmington.
Elsie was my roommate in college for one year, back at U. of F , in the 50's.
Somehow, over fifty years passed and we lost touch. However, I found out where she lived and we started emailing. Hence , our visit. She shares a house with her son and his dog, Chloe and her darling cat , Retta. All four of them welcomed me warmly and made me feel right at home. We visited Airlie Gardens which were beautiful and a great way to spend a day with an old friend. We were enchanted by the bottle garden, pictured above. The photo was taken from the garden website where you can read about the bottle garden and other parts of the gardens.
The high point of the trip was a boat ride out to the outer banks . So private and beautiful.Sitting on a sand dune, watching Don and Chloe cavort in the waves was pure delight.
I took many pictures while there and they are hiding out on my computer. If they reveal themselves, I'll add them to my blog.