"Speak positively and masterfully of what you know is right,
do this for yourself by nurturing a good root system of values and morals.
Trust and living become unafraid of you, as you will become unafriad.
Your actions will grace your achievements and celebrate your life."

 Authoress, Cherane Pefley

From this author: Cherane Pefley
Out of the pain I wrote below on rec.pets.birds  in response to the question by another member.
This is my experience and the good that came out of the pain was my dedication for education within our
bird breeding community for the welfare of the feather charges in our care.

In article <
> Gloria Heim wrote:
>Date:       Tue, 19 Nov 1996 08:17:52 -0500
>From:       Gloria Heim <>
>Newsgroups: rec.pets.birds
>Subject:    I'm wondering ... (*deep* and long)
 >I'm wondering how many bird owners on this NG ever really deeply
>consider the reason themselves and their birds ever came to join in >relationship on this earth. >
>Do you ever think about it? It's a profound thought actually, >considering the similarities between their intelligence and ours. >Exciting!

 From:  Cherane Pefley, Certified Avian Specialist - view profile
Date:  Fri, Nov 22 1996 3:00 am  
Email: (Cherane Pefley, Certified Avian Specialist)
Groups:   rec.pets.birds
Click link below to read my response
>My response on rec.pets.birds in 1996

and I wrote this again in 1998


Guardian Angels
I have come to the conclusion, they are my *Guardian Angels* in
disguise. (only because they don't look familar to me)smile

Through my RoseBuds death, I felt *pain*, with pain, I became

Seeing my babies heart beating in the egg, I reconized
*responsibility* with the sence of *creating* a live baby.

With the *desire* of wanting to incubate an egg, came *dependence*
on my higher being.

Through *restlesss* nights with a sick baby, came a *spirit of
God*,  ... a *found deliverance* with the *healing* of the baby.

I could go on ....and on but I won't bore you.


Guardian Angels
Found deliverance

My wings of joy (birds) are the Spirits of my God, directing and inciting me in the development of my *being* (human) with an episodic passion for this earth and the creatures of God.

Author, Cherane Pefley

 Lend Me A Bird
 "I will lend to you for a while, a bird", God said. For you to
 him while he lives and to mourn for him when he is dead.
 Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe for two or three.
 will you,till I call him back, take care of him for me?
 He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be
 You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
 I cannot promise that he will stay, since all from earth return,
 But there are lessons taught below I want this bird to learn.
 I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true.
 And from the folks that crowd life's land, I have chosen you.
 Now will you give him all your love; nor think the labor vain;
 Nor hate me when I come to take my lovely bird again?
 I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, thy will be done,
 For all the joys this bird will bring, the risk of grief we'll
 Will you shelter him with tenderness?
 Will you love him while you may?
 And for the happiness you'll know forever grateful stay?

 But should I call him back much sooner than you've planned;
 Please brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
 If, by your love, you've managed, my wishes to achieve,
 In memory of him you've loved; be thankful; do not grieve.
 Cherish every moment of your feathered charge.
 He filled your home with songs of joy the time he was alive.
 Let not his passing take from you those memories to enjoy.
 "I will lend to you, a Bird", God said, and teach you all you
have  to do.
 when I call him back to heaven,
you will know he loved you too,  for your feather head will greet you upon My call of your return.

 ~Author Unknown~

addition and edited
by Cherane Pefley

What Happened to the Birds?
by Cheryl Galloway

"Grandma, where are all the birds today?
Did they just all go away?

Were they like dinosaurs, old fashioned animals that lived in yesterday.
At school we learned they could fly and some could even talk, but all of them just went away".
With memories from my younger years, I remember the birds like sparkling gems, flying through the sky.
I remember them as if it was just yesterday, and now yes, they are all gone. I just don't know why.
Yes, there were singing birds vivid and bright.
Talking birds doing tricks, playing jokes and laughing in delight.
Birds of the sky and the sun, colored with vivid blue and gold.
Birds of scarlet, blue and yellow easily taught to do as told.
Birds the color of midnight blue, gentle giants they were known, playing tug of war with your mama before she was even grown.
Birds of yellow, orange and teal, flourescent in the sun.
There were birds with green wings and red and blue, their language just begun.
Birds of white feathers, soft as clouds, gentle as the spring.
And the same only colored black as coal, their song I still hear it ring.
Little birds of peach, black and green, some with apricot heads.
With white bellies looking like snowballs, always at play even as they were being fed.
Birds rare walking around the house, but I was younger then.
They were played with and hand fed by us in the den.
Blue throats on yellow breasts and wings and tails of teal- talking and jumping, it was hard to believe them real.
Birds with red fronts and orange wings, usually in pairs.
They followed me throughout the house, my life just to share.
Black parrots so comic but timid in flight, birds of huge beaks that would never bite.
So many kinds, too many to remember as I talk to you today.
But no, they weren't like dinosaurs, they were here just yesterday.
People just did not know that they gave love and peace, calm you and follow you: their devotion never did cease.
We couldn't make them understand that raised with love, they kiss not bite.
Hold them as the babies they are and tickle their feet to their delight.
Feed them what you eat; hold them as the babies they are and you then have a friend for life which no one can take away.
No, they weren't like dinosaurs:
they were here just yesterday.

Have a good day today

"I would find it difficult to believe that God, in His infinite wisdom and love, woud allow any of us to feel so much love and affection for these little guys without offering us the promise of reuniting one day."

Birds in Heaven:  the St. Francis story

St. Francis of Assisi loved all the birds and animals of the world. They were his special charges.  Daily he would sit in the garden and the birds would perch on his shoulders , the squirrels would cuddle on his lap.  The rabbits and foxes and the animals of the forest would sit at his feet.  All the animals adored him.  St. Francis was especially fond of a small bird who would sit in his window and wake him in the morning with his sweet song.  In the evening the little bird would again sit in the window and his sweet song would lull St. Francis to sleep.

Each day St. Francis would save the crumbs from his breakfast for his good friend, the little bird.  The little bird would accompany St. Francis on his daily chores and would cheer him up with a song when St. Francis seemed sad.  The little bird would sing with joy when St. Francis smiled.

One day the little bird went to the window to waken his friend with a son, only to find that St. Francis was not there.  Puzzled, the little bird asked of the squirrels "Where is  our good friend?"  The squirrels did not know.  The little bird asked of the rabbits "Where is our good friend?" The rabbits did not know.  Then the little bird asked the wisest of creatures…the owl.  "Where is our good friend?"  The owl looked sadly on the little bird and said "He has gone to join his father."  The little bird smiled and said "Then I shall go and join him also!"  The owl told the little bird "No, my little friend.  St. Francis has gone to Heaven.  Only humans can go to heaven.  You must stay here
on the earth with us."

The little bird drooped his wings and began to cry, so sad to think that he would never see his friend again.  
Suddenly, he lifted his head and dried his tears.  "There must be some way that I can get to Heaven , too!", he said.  "Tell me," he asked the wise owl, "where is Heaven?"  "Oh, little bird," said the owl, "it is so far up in the sky that you could never reach it with your tiny wings!"

"I can do it!" whispered the little bird to himself.  "I MUST do it!"

The little bird gathered all his energy together and flew up into the sky.  Higher and higher he flew.  He went up above the clouds and still he flew on.  Higher and higher until he had no strength in his wings.
With a sob he said "If I cannot be with my friend, I will just die!"

With that, he folded his wings and started plummeting to the ground.  He closed his eyes in resignation, ready to give up his life.  Suddenly, a bright light shown down from above the little bird.  A puff of wind lifted the little bird up.  He opened his eyes and saw far, far above
him the face of his dear friend.  Little bird rejoiced , and with renewed vigor he started flying again.  Higher and higher until he reached the hand of his friend, St. Francis.

The two rejoiced in their reunion with one another.  "Owl told me that birds cannot go to Heaven", the little bird said.  "Your devotion to me has earned your right to join me here in my Father’s Home." St. Francis said, "from now on, all the birds and animals of the world will have a place here in Heaven with us."

And, to this day, whenever a little bird who loves his owner dies, whenever a dog or cat or other pet loses his grip on this world, St. Francis of Assisi reaches down from above and lifts the little one up to Heaven, there to await the arrival of his dear friend.

~Author unknown~

                                      A Superior Attitude
By: Charles Swindoll

"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than success, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company...a church...a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past...we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to it. And so it is with you... We are in charge of our attitudes."


God's Accuracy
God's accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs. For example, the
eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days; those of the canary in 14 days;
those of the barnyard hen in 21 days. The eggs of ducks and geese hatch
in 28 days; those of the mallard in 35 days. The eggs of the parrot and
the ostrich hatch in 42 days. (Notice, they are all divisible by seven).

The lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way
for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try
to regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure. Only
the One Who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them
to a profitable end.

God's wisdom is seen in the making of an elephant. The four legs of this
great beast all bend forward in the same direction. No other quadruped
is so made. God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too
large to live on two legs. For this reason He gave it four fulcrums so
that it can rise from the ground easily. The horse rises from the ground
on its two front legs first. A cow rises from the ground with its two
hind legs first. How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!

God's wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as
well as in the number of grains. Each watermelon has an even number of
strips on the rind. Each orange has an even number of segments. Each
ear of corn has an even number of rows. Each stalk of wheat has an even
number of grains. Every bunch o f bananas has on its lowest row an even
number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an
even number and the next row an odd number. The waves of the sea roll in
on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather. All grains
are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified
thirtyfold, sixtyfold, and a hundredfold - all even numbers.

God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during
the day, so that Linneus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a
conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature,
he could tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and
those that were closed!

Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can arrange the life that is
entrusted to His care in such a way that it will carry out His purposes
and plans, and will be fragrant with His presence.
Only the God-planned life is successful.
                                             Only the life given over to the care of the Lord is safe.

Friends Without Faces and odd little names

We sit and we type,
And we stare at our screens,
We all have to wonder,
What this possibly means.

With our mouse's we roam,
Through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone,
As we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other,
We type all our woes,
Small groups we do form,
And gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody,
To type out our name,
We want recognition,
But it's always the same.

We give kisses and hugs,
And sometimes we flirt,
In MIRC we chat deeply,
And reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships
But why we don't know,
But some of these friendships,
Will flourish and grow.

Why it is on the screen,
We can be so bold,
Telling our secrets,
That have never been told.

Why is it we share,
The thoughts in our mind,
With those we can't see,
As though we were blind.

The answer is simple,
It's as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems,
And need someone to tell.

We can't tell "real" people,
But tell someone we must,
So we turn on the computer,
And to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy,
The truth still remains,
They are Friends Without Faces,
and odd little names.

~Author Unknown~

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