Sparrow

Swallows.

Here a female mate is injured and the condition is soon fatal. She was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road.

 

Here he brought her food and attended to her with  

love and compassion.  

He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead.

He tried to move her ... a rarely-seen effort for swallows!

Aware that his sweetheart is dead and will never

come back to him again, He cries with adoring love.

He stood beside her, saddened of her death.    

Finally aware she would never return to him,

he stood beside her body

with sadness and sorrow.

Millions of people cried after seeing these photos

in America, Europe, Australia, and even India .

The photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the most famous newspaper in France . 

All copies of that edition were sold out on the day

 these pictures were published.

And many people think animals don't have

brains or feelings?

You have just witnessed Love and Sorrow

felt by God's creatures.

 The Bible says God knows when a sparrow falls. How much more He cares for us

Cougar

Priorities need to be established and focused on to accomplish your goals.

PAY:

Prioritize your

Activities by

Yield 

The mind wanders. Direct it.

"It's not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred with the sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes up short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause and who, at best knows the triumph of high achievement and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." 

(Theodore Roosevelt, 1858-1919, 26th US President and 1906 Nobel Peace Prize-winner.)

Wallace Stevens

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird 

I 

Among twenty snowy mountains, 

The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. 

II 

I was of three minds, 

Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. 

III 

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.

It was a small part of the pantomime. 

IV

A man and a woman Are one. 

A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. 

V

I do not know which to prefer, 

The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, 

The blackbird whistling Or just after. 

VI 

Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. 

The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. 

The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause. 

VII 

On thin men of Haddam, 

Why do you imagine golden birds? 

Do you not see how the blackbird 

Walks around the feet Of the women about you? 

VIII 

I know noble accents And lucid, 

escapable rhythms; 

But I know, too, 

That the blackbird is involved In what I know. 

IX 

When the blackbird flew out of sight, 

It marked the edge Of one of many circles. 

X 

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, 

Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. 

XI 

 He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach. 

Once, a fear pierced him, 

In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds. 

XII 

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying. 

XIII 

It was evening all afternoon.

It was snowing And it was going to snow. 

The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

-Wallace Stevens