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SOAR WITH THE EAGLES
There's an old fable that talks about a man who found an eagle's egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen. The eagle hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them. All his life, the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was a barnyard chicken.
He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet in the air.
Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky. It glided in graceful majesty among powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings. The old eagle looked up in awe. "Who's that?" he asked. "That's the eagle, the king of the birds," said his neighbor. "He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth-- we're chickens."
So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that's what he thought he was.
How sad when we who are children of the King live as chickens when we could fly with the eagles.
Eagles may fly, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines!
I recall seeing a BBC documentary a while ago about a scientist that had "impressed" a clutch of geese and the amazing spectacle of him teaching them to fly. He managed it, so it seems a good teacher can teach you to fly with the eagles.
Don't you just love the new Advert system here? A story about chickens and ads for poultry supplies!
Snort! Nice catch, I don't even see them any more. They must have misread the name of the group, huh?
I was reading Les's latest on the USP, and the ads were all for dancing hamsters.
Talking about ther ads: What we would we do without our (s)cents of humor?
Ok: take too:
Talking about the ads: What would we do without our cents of humor(s)?
We should just try some interesting key words and see what ads we can produce.
How about manure and fertilizer and pigs and waste byproducts?
I've been think about a poem on "mental telepathy". Perhaps then they would send us the ads without posting them.
I've been thinking about a poem on "mental telepathy". Perhaps then they would send us the ads without posting them.
There was a movie out a couple of years ago "Fly away Home", Jeff Daniels, Anna Paquin. Geese imprinted on the girl,and would not migrate.
Hunting pressure forced the project.
Actually, they would have been better off wintering on a golf course like they do here in Michigan. The original story took place just across the river in Ontario.
Robin Williams used to tell the joke- "Now for all you telepaths in the audience." He would then fall silent, and a few people in the audience would giggle. He would then say "We know who we are, don't we?"
From an LP, "At the Drop of a Hat":
Michael Flanders, seated with his partner Donald Swann at the piano, says that statistics proved that "32 percent of the population of the country is sub-clinically neurotic--bonkers! That's nearly one in three!"
Then he adds: "Happily, there are only two of us."
There is a pause, and then a slow build of laughter as -- I imagine -- the audience realizes that he is counting them off by threes.