The Mockingbird outside my window, the lizard creeping down the tree, the dog sleeping in my arms—every blessed little creature that I see inspires me and brings me joy. I've seen bold, beautiful male cardinals pluck tiny seeds from a dish and feed them to their children, and baby raccoons, smaller than house cats, wrestle, play, then kiss their mother on the nose. I watch, listen, photograph and marvel at these precious gifts from God, then I write about them here.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
If Most of the Country is Against it, why are Horses Still Being Slaughtered?