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Lyn Chaffart

Christmas and the Wild Turkeys

My dad is very special to me. He is eighty-eight years young and still does as much as some in their sixties. He's a tough old bird with a wisdom that can only come with age. I can't think of anything off hand that he's unable to do. He's one of the oldest living real...

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Blue Genes

After two early false starts, our pair of Lineolated Parakeets, Splash and Chine, finally came of breeding age. No longer did we discourage them from nesting—not that it had done any good when we DID try to discourage them!—and it didn’t take them long to find the...

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At the Feet

“Is not Boaz, with whose servant girls you have been, a kinsman of ours? Tonight he will be winnowing barley on the threshing floor. Wash and perfume yourself, and put on your best clothes. Then go down to the threshing floor, but don't let him know you are there...

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Angel

As I started down the steps of the animal hospital, I could no longer restrain my tears. “Why?” screamed my head. “Why are you crying over a little bird? You should be thankful that it’s not one of your children you just admitted to hospital!” Good point, but the...

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