I am only twelve years old and I have an older sister and an older brother. I am the youngest in the family. My Father was born on this farm that was started by his Great Grandfather way back in the late 1700.
My Grand father worked the farm all his life and raised eight children on it. My Grandmother had passed on and Grandpa was getting old, so he turned the farm over to My Dad. None of my Dad’s brothers or sisters want to have a ife of living on a farm.
My Father was a good student in school and one of the most intelligent students that ever graduated, with honors from our small town high school. He had earned several scholar-ships. He chose to work on the farm while attending College, at the same time.
While in collage he met my Mother and they married after finishing college. she loved the farm and all animals, so she went back to college and became a doctor for animals and started a Veterinary Hospital, in a near-by town.
One day on the farm, my father was doing some Black Smith work and had a red hot pit fire going. A pesky old crow that was always around looking for a hand out of food. Well, this old crow landed near by and was squawking and getting little attention, so he leaped in the air and landed closer to where my father was working.
The bird landed on a iron table where the fire was the hottest. My father grabbed the bird but it was too late. His feet and legs were burnt beyond use. Dad wrapped the bird in a cloth and drove it to the Animal hospital. My mother was working desperately to save the bird. The care continued for weeks and the old bird improved each day. He could still fly, but with out legs and feet, he couldn’t land anywhere.
Mother kept him in a cage so he wouldn’t try to fly and he gradually learned not to try. Mother made a small wooden box with a place for water and food and would move it around from place to place which included a place on the window sill, where he could watch out side and some time she would take the box outdoors.
In time he became as good as new but had no legs or feet, Mom and Dad were always trying to find some way to help the old bird, and had tried a number of things. Every one had a different name for him and mom said that had to stop, so he could learn to respond to only one name. One day while at an Air port, Dad saw the planes landing and said to himself, why not.
My Grand father worked the farm all his life and raised eight children on it. My Grandmother had passed on and Grandpa was getting old, so he turned the farm over to My Dad. None of my Dad’s brothers or sisters want to have a ife of living on a farm.
My Father was a good student in school and one of the most intelligent students that ever graduated, with honors from our small town high school. He had earned several scholar-ships. He chose to work on the farm while attending College, at the same time.
While in collage he met my Mother and they married after finishing college. she loved the farm and all animals, so she went back to college and became a doctor for animals and started a Veterinary Hospital, in a near-by town.
One day on the farm, my father was doing some Black Smith work and had a red hot pit fire going. A pesky old crow that was always around looking for a hand out of food. Well, this old crow landed near by and was squawking and getting little attention, so he leaped in the air and landed closer to where my father was working.
The bird landed on a iron table where the fire was the hottest. My father grabbed the bird but it was too late. His feet and legs were burnt beyond use. Dad wrapped the bird in a cloth and drove it to the Animal hospital. My mother was working desperately to save the bird. The care continued for weeks and the old bird improved each day. He could still fly, but with out legs and feet, he couldn’t land anywhere.
Mother kept him in a cage so he wouldn’t try to fly and he gradually learned not to try. Mother made a small wooden box with a place for water and food and would move it around from place to place which included a place on the window sill, where he could watch out side and some time she would take the box outdoors.
In time he became as good as new but had no legs or feet, Mom and Dad were always trying to find some way to help the old bird, and had tried a number of things. Every one had a different name for him and mom said that had to stop, so he could learn to respond to only one name. One day while at an Air port, Dad saw the planes landing and said to himself, why not.
At home he started to work out landing wheels, he knew that in order for a bird to land, they had to have something that would grip to hold them up-right. He came up with an idea for a three wheeled set up where the wheels would turn, but not too freely. They designed a harness that would hold the gear on most of the time. Now they had to retrain the old bird to fly. At a hay stack in the field, the bird was tossed up and into the air and would fall back on the pile of hay.
This was done for so long every one was getting tired of trying, Then one day, a hawk that was circling above, saw the old bird on the hay and swooped down to grab him, but the old bird reacted and flapped his wings and off the hay stack he went, and landed near by.
Now they knew the idea could work and they continued to work with the old bird. It took a while for the bird to learn how to land, but he soon mastered it. He was moved form his box into a cage and the cage door was left open, He had gotten out of the house a few times, but he always returned to get food. My Dad had many different animals on the farm and they all got along with the old bird, but no one was sure of the Cat.
The old bird was around for a number of years and enjoyed as much freedom as any other bird. Then the day came when he was no longer seen anywhere, People from around the country and far away places knew the story about the Lady and her bird. A number of stories had been written about the hospital that could work wonders with injured animals. Branches of this hospital were springing up all over, and in other states and they are still growing. Of course mother has retired, but Dad is still working the farm.
Will my brother take over after Dad has passed on? My sister has maybe a dozen kids and they spend a lot of time on the farm. As for myself, I am happy riding my motorcycle all around the country and meeting new girls. My playing field, is my work, and I manage to eat well and always have a place to sleep.
I have become kind of “famous” myself and known as a Lazy Ass Good for Nothing with a Harley Bike, with a Babe on the back. But by the time I am seventy five, I’ll know which direction to take! “Hey, We can’t do it all in a day”
By; Ben R.
Jan, 21,11
This was done for so long every one was getting tired of trying, Then one day, a hawk that was circling above, saw the old bird on the hay and swooped down to grab him, but the old bird reacted and flapped his wings and off the hay stack he went, and landed near by.
Now they knew the idea could work and they continued to work with the old bird. It took a while for the bird to learn how to land, but he soon mastered it. He was moved form his box into a cage and the cage door was left open, He had gotten out of the house a few times, but he always returned to get food. My Dad had many different animals on the farm and they all got along with the old bird, but no one was sure of the Cat.
The old bird was around for a number of years and enjoyed as much freedom as any other bird. Then the day came when he was no longer seen anywhere, People from around the country and far away places knew the story about the Lady and her bird. A number of stories had been written about the hospital that could work wonders with injured animals. Branches of this hospital were springing up all over, and in other states and they are still growing. Of course mother has retired, but Dad is still working the farm.
Will my brother take over after Dad has passed on? My sister has maybe a dozen kids and they spend a lot of time on the farm. As for myself, I am happy riding my motorcycle all around the country and meeting new girls. My playing field, is my work, and I manage to eat well and always have a place to sleep.
I have become kind of “famous” myself and known as a Lazy Ass Good for Nothing with a Harley Bike, with a Babe on the back. But by the time I am seventy five, I’ll know which direction to take! “Hey, We can’t do it all in a day”
By; Ben R.
Jan, 21,11
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