On Sun, 16 Sep 2007 09:01:06 -0700, Nervous Nick <nervous.nick RemoveThis @gmail.com> wrote:
>On Sep 16, 6:56 am, Uncommon <anti-spam-addr... RemoveThis @noplace.org> wrote:
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>> Few have the courage and spirit to see the world in new ways. Even fewer of that
>> group have the ability to adequately record it in photographs worth sharing.
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>And, fortunately, even fewer can seriously posit such a ludicrously
>pretentious and arrogant opinion as yours, you dung-rolling, sheep
>stealing, chili-eating, mealy-mouthed descendant of an outhouse
>maggot. Dogs probably avoid you.
Quite the contrary.
Wild animals frequently come up to me. In the past I had 14 abused, injured, and
neglected dogs that just showed up at my door over the years, coming to me for
help, then stayed of their own accord living out the rest of their lives. One
even a wild wolf-dog mix that hunted for me one winter, bringing rabbits to me
that it would catch. But it would always eat the heads, and give me the rest for
stew and roasts. One time I woke up to a dog pushing one of her newborn pups
through the dog-door, she left, came back 20 minutes later with another one,
repeating this until all 8 of her newborn pups were on my porch. I later found
out she came from a house 1/2 mile away, they were starving her, I worked out a
deal with the ASPCA that I reported them to and didn't give them all back until
they were all healthy again, they were expensive hunting dogs they had been
breeding. I had never seen her before but she knew where to come for help. A
skunk with a jar stuck on its head from a farm down the road from at least 1/4
mile away (not my brand of jar) banged on my door at 2am one night by using the
jar on its head as a door-knocker, for me to come help it. I did, and it sniffed
my hand before it happily waddled away to continue foraging. A wild chipmunk
that lives in a nearby woodpile frequently comes up to sit on my shoulder,
sometimes perching on top of my camera, scolding me when I move too fast so it
won't fall off. In the spring and summer about a dozen clans of raccoons come to
my yard to show off their new cubs, sometimes the cubs love to play with my
shoelaces or play tug-o-war with a bit of rag or rope they found if the mother
doesn't mind, a few of the mothers like me to play babysitter while they take a
much needed break and a snooze belly-up right next to me, knowing full-well that
their cubs are safe while I'm around. If the mothers hear something in the woods
it's not unusual for them to stand up and use me as a brace with one paw while
they stand looking for any signs of danger in the distance. I help them look and
listen for what it might be. One night I counted over 70 raccoons (adults and
cubs) in the yard, best as I could count that many that were running around
playing or fighting. This year 3 gray-foxes (the most timid of the foxes) joined
them most every night. They weren't as trustful as the raccoons though, never
coming closer than about 10 feet from me. The raccoon cubs often seeing how
brave they could be in trying to run-off the foxes (I got some fun videos of
that this year). It's not unusual for a Great Blue Heron to alight down next to
me while fishing, hoping for one of the fish I might throw back, that happened
just last week. It's happened to me before too in several places of the country.
One time almost dangerously so, when it tried to spear the fish I was holding by
my chest to try to keep it away from him, with that razor-sharp lance of a bill.
The same happened with 2 Red-Shouldered Hawks in one place I was photographing
and fishing at over a period of weeks, scolding me every time I threw a fish
back, until I got the hint. Then they'd land right in front of me where I laid
the fish down for them. Every time I went back to that fishing spot I knew to
keep a few choice fish ready for them when they showed up. It's not unusual for
a butterfly to land on my arm while taking photographs of something else. Just
the other day while fishing, a stray dog kept me company all day while
butterflies flew all around, I could only think of the song "Dog & Butterfly"
most of the afternoon. A Bald Eagle was showing me how good it could catch fish
by doing so right in front of me 2 weeks ago. Maybe it figured I was in a good
fishing spot. I had to stop casting until it caught something and flew off again
for fear of hooking it when it was flying too close.
I have photos of most nearly all of this. I enjoy documenting any new ones I
meet.
You don't have a clue.
You're just like one of the people that I previously described, just further
proof that what I said is true.
Banal is too good of a word for people like you.
This is precisely why things like you aren't worth photographing -- ever.
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