Cherokee is like my ex, red headed and stubborn as hell!!

You'd be kinda dumb if you were caged all day, and not allowed to explore.

They aren't really. Given the freedom to learn and explore, they're rather interestingly smart. I had 3 who would walk up the side porch and tap on the glass door. Someone would come out, and they'd sit on the top step and natter at you while you sat and petted them.

I've also had them "help" me weed the flowerbeds, and like a kid, you didn't have them do anything important, because they didn't always just take out the weeds. LOL!

It only takes me one time to show them a new direction if I'm rotating them into another yard to learn how to go go back and forth.

Humans are bad about killing the smart ones, be they birds, cattle or sheep. after all, it's more trouble to keep the smart ones alive, who are getting into trouble, then to kill them and keep the masses down.

Have you read any of the animal books by Jeffrey Mousarieff Masson? I HIGHLY recommend them.

One Florida Box turtle, one corn snake and two White's tree frogs.

I'm a herpiles (reptiles and amphibians) fanatic.

Good. I had to rotate my tom turkeys now to a different pen for the next couple of months. Typical males overdoing it with the gals, and they fighting each other over it all. Dorks.

They're real sweeties though, especially Drago, my gentle Giant (literally, a White Giant).

Hey Julie!!!...I talked to my breeder..I am getting my Umbrella Cockatoo!!..Now, if I can only get "my so called friend" that owes me my $150.00, I can get it pretty quick!!.. ..

Can I please get a rating, maybe a comment or two on my profile and pictures...Thanks and have a great weekend..

Because you live in Fargo??

You'll find someone when you least expect it, that's always how it happens!

Excellent imagery. Very evocative. Great job! I thought I'd torture you with one of my own! Ha!



It is silent in the cathedral.
The altar shrouded in dust.
The pews stretch on forever.
Because they must.

My heart is the bell in the tower.
It used to sing out every hour.
But now it is dark and soundless.
Because it is.
It is.

These stained glass windows
Used to reverberate with love.
Souls would fuse together
And escape through cracks above.

While copper pipes
Burst forth with glory,
And spirits wronged
Would tell their story.

Then all was quiet.
No penitence to golden icons made.
Christ just hung upon his cross
And none were saved.

When you left the cathedral of love,
God nor Devil spoke from below or above.
Dead silence reigned supreme.

As it has always been.