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Doe & Fawn, Cathi’s Photo

Monday, July 14, 2014. 9:03 pm.

Cathi got  a much better shot with her cell phone than I did with my camera.

Doe and Fawn through Porch Window

There it is. Taken at about the same time I took my photos that came out so … um, not so good.

 

~~~~~Jim

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Doe & Fawn

Monday, 14 July, 2014 -( 28˚C / 82˚F @ 8:30 pm )-

Deer and Fawn

Deer With Fawn.

Our neighbours told us that the deer who has been coming around lately (which is odd behaviour for a deer, they usually disappear all summer and start coming around to augment their diet in September) had triplets and probably needs all the good food she can get.

Tonight we saw a deer and one fawn. I can’t tell one normal deer from another, so I don’t know if this is the mother of triplets and one of those fawns or not. And I had to use the flash and I didn’t want to scare them away, so these are the best photos I got.

~~~~~Jim

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Archive #004

(( This was posted as a page in the “Independent Canadian News” Newsy Blog  – Haven’t gotten around to uploading part two yet. ———Jim ))

The History of Governments and Police

Governments:

——— (Part One)———

——— (Once Upon a Time on Planet Earth….)

———(This is not the way things began here, this is the way things became after we hit rock bottom during the last recurring cycle, having forgotten what went before…)

——– The biggest, baddest thugs in the area would fight to the death and the winner would be declared ‘Chief’. The Chief pretty much had the power to beat anybody in his (usually ‘his’) area into submission. Somewhere along the line, a chief learned that he could share a little power. Let’s call the under-chiefs, ‘henchmen’ or ‘lieutenants’. If the Big Chief had several henchmen with slightly less power than he did, who were still afraid of him, they could keep the general population down and keep their eyes on each other to try to catch each other doing something the Big Chief wouldn’t approve of, so they could rat their fellow henchman out and gain favour in the Big Chief’s eyes.  As things became slightly more ‘civilized’ the Chief could call himself ‘King’ and call his henchmen ‘Nobles’ or ‘Knights’ or something like that (but they were still the second biggest, baddest thugs in the area). After a further period of time (second, third, fourth generation?) -the King might call himself an Emperor, Overlord, or something hinting at “I have the power of life and death over you and don’t you forget it.” He might also give his henchmen titles that evolved into “Dukes”, “Earls”, “Dauphines”, whatever…

——–  When the King and his ‘Ruling Class’ tried not appear so bloodthirsty and brutish, they contacted the second most ruthless gang of cutthroats, thugs, and  brutes in their region; called these thugs ‘Enforcers’, ‘Constables’, ‘Guards’, or something similar and gave them the power to brutalize and terrorize the peasants to keep them in line.

——— King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, in truth, would probably make the nastiest biker gang on earth these days look like a bunch of girl guides.

——— Have things changed much in the couple thousand years that this system has been ‘evolving’?

——— How many of you know what happened to way too many of the brave sailors that saved England from the Spanish Armada? The ‘Crown’ didn’t want to part with the gold they’d promised their defenders, so they had hundreds of them locked below decks on naval ships and starved them and allowed them to die of thirst. We know this because some of them were able to claw their way through the rotting hulls of some of the ships, escape and swim to shore before they were too weak to move. They did not broadcast their presence to everyone they came into contact with. They didn’t want the Queen’s forces to hunt them down and kill them. Most of them got as far away from the coast as they could and tried to live as free as they could. Their histories did quietly survive, possibly passed down from father to son, or mother to daughter in hushed tones and cautionary warnings, “Don’t think a soldier is handsome and dashing, young lady, without knowing that he’d as soon stab you in the back and rape you as bow graciously and ask you to dance.”

———Armies. You know the glorious Roman Army marched into battle with the spears of the second rank planted firmly in the middle of the backs of those in the front rank. And the spears of the third rank were similarly placed in the backs of those in the second rank, and so on. Sargents’ duties included killing their own men from time to time to set an example for the rest. The term ‘decimated’ originally referred to the practice of Roman Officers pushing every tenth soldier in a division that lost a battle over a cliff, or having them strangled or suffer some ignoble death in the eyes of their comrades. This is what they called ‘discipline’ in those days. I hope you don’t believe that we’ve come a long way since then.

——— (to be continued) 

Hello, I didn’t like the font this came with, but whattaya want?

Posted in Aerendel News & Review by admin – November 26th, 2008

Yup, I did it again, another blog. So far this is not linked to anything in the real world, I want to get it to where I can stand to look at it first.

& I want to thank Cheryl at Black Sun for helping me get this far.

Yay-

—–Jim

Archive Zero Zero One

Friday, December 7th 2007

11:25 PM

Yay, I’m a Citizen!

 

  • Mood: pretty danged good!
  • Music: Led Zeppelin stuck in my head
  • Weather: Dark and cold, lots of snow out there.
  • Brain Storms: Judge Cockburn swore me in, he looks a bit like Bruce.
I’m a dual citizen now.I was sworn in yesterday in Ottawa and spent way too much time since that trying to get into this blog.(we also sttopped off on the way home and adopted a 5  month old (soon to be huge) Labrador mix puppy who they were calling Jake but who seems to like being a Jasper better than a Jake.)

When Cathi asked the boy today how his day at school was he shrugged, “-eh” when she what people said when he told them we went to see me sworn in as a citizen yesterday he said he didn’t really tell anybody, but he did tell everybody he got a dog.

So I guess all things are right with the universe.

The boy got some goodies from the museum of science while we were killing time. so his acquisition of a piece of galena and a fossilized dinosaur tooth probably rank highest in his dayly achievements, getting the dog is probably second and not going to school is probably at least third, seeing me sworn in as a citizen is probably way down the bottom of the list somewhere.

like I said,

things are right with the universe

———( This was Jim Wellington in “TaleRocker’s Jernil” on Bravenet )-

Archive # Zero Zero Three

((((( From my first adventure on “LiveJournal” ———djo—— ))))))

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First Post [Aug. 2nd, 2006|02:42 am]
[ mood | weirdodd ]
[ music | silence. ]

Once upon a time there was a thing called the internet.

People used to build themselves web sites and get in touch with each other through ‘blogs’, instant messages and stuff like that.

The jury is still out about whether or not this internet thing was ‘good’ or ‘useful’.

But anyway-

Some people stuck their necks out and ‘posted’ messages.

And now, it appears, so have I.

…djo..

– From Remembrance Day – 2005 –

– { Marysville – Jim Wellington – Monday, July 6th, 2020 – +17˚C / +64˚F – Mostly cloudy in New Brunswick after a drizzly early morning. } –

— Draelen knew this was mine when he dug it out of our ‘archives’ box and scanned it :

- "2005, Year of the Veteran" - from Scouts Canada -

– “2005 – Year of the Veteran” – from Scouts Canada. –

— Veterans Day / Remembrance Day in Canada – Somewhere, maybe even in one of my old blogs, Cathi took a photograph of me ‘marching’ in the parade with a troop of cub scouts. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember whether her son, my step son, was marching { More like walking } in the parade with us It was a cold day, might have been raining during the parade to the ‘cenotaph’ – where we stood and looked somber while honor guards from Canadian Armed Forces stood motionless with their heads bowed and their automatic rifles aimed at the ground during the ceremonies. That is an actual patch I was supposed to sew onto my khaki uniform shirt, but I didn’t get around to it before my step son decided he never liked being in the cub scouts and refused to even think about going to another meeting. – He later joined ‘Air Cadets’ for a year or so – Anyway – This qualifies as ‘Archive’ material…

– – – – – Jim { —jrw— } 

Friday, January 10, 2003 –

Friday, 10 January, 2003 – ((¿ “22˚C in Helsinki, Finland” ?? Plus or minus??? ))

Alphaville is down.

((( ¿ = Nocyewitness.com =??? could have read that wrong. can’t read my own writing??? )))  10:00 am.

[[[ Marcia Near Amsterdam alkma-?-r-or-v.nl ??? ]]] { Asc = Scorpio, Sun = Scorpio, Moon=Taurus } ((( hometown.aol.com ?? )))

Diddie G

Rocks, Babbling Brook –

((( www.blueboxes2002.com <— web address does not work 🙂 Chloe Lane <–in game name 🙂 28, married, 2 kids, moving to Atlanta from FLA ??? )))

{{ I hope I’m only putting up addresses that are obsolete here…. }}

Saturday, January 04, 2003 –

Saturday, January 4th, 2003.  -( -4˚C @ 10:00 am )-

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