Raven

[den]

I have just had to euthanase a raven because some bugger decided it would look better with a bullet hole in its side.

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[lilangelwings.livejournal.com]

Thats amazing! Talk about making your dad proud! Ive never had anything like that happen...but the closest thing I can think of are all the times my dad got hurt riding in the rodeos. I was really young, like 6 or 7, but I still understood how dangerous it was what he was doing. My brother and I always came first and he always wanted to make sure we were safe before he would go behind the shoots where the bulls were waiting. This particular time, his girlfriend at the time (parents are divorced) was watching us. My brother was 3 years younger and a bit of a handful so she was mainly occupied with him. I hear on the loudspeakers that my dad was "in the hole" so there would be two more people before him. I quickly snuck away and ran to the end of the arena where the shoots were and crawled through the gates of the bull's pen. They were monstrous but I could only think of my daddy. The bulls just stared at me. They must of thought I was crazy, but none of them even moved toward me. I crawled through the other side and quickly found my dad while he was making sure his glove was good and tight. I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist and told him good luck and after he got over his suprise of me even being there in the first place he picked me up and have me the biggest hug and told me he loved me. When he put me back down he had tears in his eyes. He had a good ride that day. He didnt win, but he didnt get hurt either. Its not quite the trust of a child, but the faith of a father.

[ladyursus.livejournal.com]

That sounds really exciting. We never did anything quite so dangerous. I can see why you wanted to check on him to be sure he was O.K., and in front of the bulls and all. You may have been a child, but it took some guts to do that! I am so enjoying writing these stories back and forth. So I will share another.

This is a funny one. When I was maybe 5 or 6, my mother and I were sitting on the truck bed at camp while dad was out tracking a deer. He wasn't too far away, but far enough that he would have to hike a good 10 minutes back to get to us. And as far as mom and I knew, there was no one around for miles. Little did we know... so all of a sudden, my mother stands up and starts screaming at the top of her lungs!! I couldn't make out what she was saying but she did a fancy jig while she was patting herself all over. She started yelling GALE, WHERE ARE YOU, and he came running through the bushes, finally, to her rescue. And I was in stitches laughing. I couldn't help myself. Well I stopped laughing after my father had her pants pulled down and two armed hunters pointed their guns at him and told him to back up, slowly. One held him at gunpoint, thinking he was assaulting mom, and the other got out of mom that a lizzard had run up her pants and she was screaming for her husband to come and help her. I wasn't laughing anymore, to say the least, so he asked me what was going on. I confirmed her story. He asked me again, telling me I was safe now and I could tell him the truth. I told him the same thing again. So they apologized, but my father insisted that there was no need, that the situation would have appeared the same to him if he had come upon it himself. So they walked back in the woods, my dad had a stiff drink and my poor mother was bright red the rest of the day. But I will never forget her screaming and doing her jig around and around and around.....

[lilangelwings.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHA! You sound like you had a pretty exciting childhood. Your poor mom.

I cant think of anything as funny as your story at this moment (Ill think of one later) but this always makes me smile...

This one time I heard my dad making all this noise outside so I ran to see what was going on. He had a shovel and was running toward the vegetable garden. I ran after him and saw a cute little garder snake slithering along. With shovel raised, he told me to move and realizing he intended to kill the little thing, I reached down and grabbed it behind the jaw. He shivered as he watched me and looking kinda sheepish he told me to bring it into the woods. He's terrified of snakes. Not phobic, but enough to the point where he'll kill anything he sees slithering. Ive saved so many innocent garders from that man and every time he knows how silly he is for being so afraid of a tiny snake...like I said before...Mr. Tough Guy XP

[ladyursus.livejournal.com]

That's a cute story too. These big strong men afraid of such little innocent creatures -- that you actuallly rescued. You know, you write rather well. Have you ever considered having some of your work published as a short story?

And yes, poor mom was the brunt of many jokes, mostly mine. (They tell me it's because I was an only child and pulled pranks on her because besides my cousins, there wasn't anyone quite so much fun to play tricks on). I paid for them, but it was worth it.

[lilangelwings.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I have written a little, but Im much more pleased with my artwork than my written pieces.

I pick on my dad now and then too...but he gets me back twice as bad as I got him! He's almost more of a best firend or a big brother than my dad...except when the fatherly duties must kick in.

[ladyursus.livejournal.com]

Pardon me for being sexist, but I do think the boys and men get you back twice a bad. Three of my boy cousins and I would play together on their ranch, and they pulled on kinds of mean jokes on me. So at night we slept at a 90 degree turn up an incline that went down and fell down about 4 feet into the driveway. I was so fricking mad at them that after they fell asleep, I quietly zipped their sleeping bags over their heads, turned them around and let them go soaring down that hill and plop onto the driveway. Of course I ran into the house and slept next to my aunt's bed the rest of the night while they fought amongst each other trying to figure out who did it. They hadn't caught on that I was even missing! *grins* I finally figured out that if I could get them to fight against each other, they pretty much left me along. Ha Ha. They still tell stories about that all these years later.

Are you still interested in commissioning some of your art work?

[lilangelwings.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA! That'll teach 'em!

Did you get my email? I would definately like to still do a commission for you!

[ladyursus.livejournal.com]

Ya, they deserved all they got too!!! Anyway, no, I never got your email. Let me give you mine again, and see if it works. Otherwise, try giving me yours in a couple of hours and we'll try that. It's tracyrv@SBCglobal.net. I look forward to it.

[ladyursus.livejournal.com]

I was just wondering if you had received my email address to talk to me about a commission for one of your pieces? If you didn't, I can send it again, or you can send me yours. I can send you a fairly good sum, so it might be worth your trouble. What I would really like, is that set of stories about you and your Dad. Is that on the table too?