Good Luck Mr. Obama! Make us proud.
OMGOSH!!! Can you believe this?!! The city went crazy tonight! Ok so I admit, I am a fair weathered sports fan. BUT I am consistant and only cheer for our teams. I think it was the name change. They got rid of the Devil.
I was wondering around and saw a post about bears getting into bird feeders and it reminded me of this post Idid last year from the news. I just wish I could remeber who had the bears…. Ever worry about squirrels getting into the bird feeder? Well, look at this.
Good grief, what is that line made of?
Bear stuns Chuckey (TN) woman by banging on door, walking in
Johnson City Press ^ | June 16, 2006 | By Kristen Swing
Chuckey resident Rela Foshie was on the phone with her son-in-law Thursday afternoon when she heard an unexpected guest banging on her back door.
With a rash of bear sightings in her neighborhood throughout the last two weeks, it didn’t take long for Foshie to realize that her guest was of the non-human variety.
“It beat on my door,” said Foshie, who estimated that her intruder was somewhere between 300 and 400 pounds. “It banged and scared the s— out of me to be honest.”
For at least the second time in as many weeks, the black bear, apparently in search of a tasty meal, made its way onto the back porch of Foshie’s home located on the aptly named Bearfield Road. But this time, the bear didn’t stop at the porch.
“It came in the back door. I don’t know how it got the door opened, but it did,” Foshie said. “He was in the hallway where the dog food was.”
Hero of the Year Nominees
Animal Planet and Fresh Step are coming together to honor the 10 finalists that have been chosen for the Animal Planet Hero of the Year. Read about the nominees here and cast your vote for Animal Planet Hero of the Year! The winner will receive a $10,000 donation made to the animal welfare organization of the winner’s choice and a 7-day/6-night trip for 2 to Hawaii!
(nominees are listed in alphabetical order)
You could say Diane Anheier brought Sammy out of his shell. Now the gregarious denier of his own duckhood dutifully follows her, all the while charming his way through a Largo assisted living facility.
By TAMARA EL-KHOURY
Published August 13, 2006
[Times photos: Douglas R. Clifford]
|Residents at the Cypress Palms campus of the Palms of Largo assisted living community — from left, Walter Tucker, Gladys Brown, Mildred Koheler and Margaret Bass — are accustomed to seeing this duck out of water. Sammy has visited there for a year with his adoptive mom, Diane Anheier, a nurse. | Watch video of Sammy at work
|"Isn’t he something?" asks Palms of Largo resident Ruth Brown. She and Sammy are good friends. Sometimes he will peck at her door, wanting to visit.
Sammy doesn’t swim. He’s not a flier. He doesn’t even really quack. The most ducklike thing about Sammy is his waddle. It’s a whole body effort. He thrusts his long neck up and forward, using the momentum to scoot his webbed feet through the halls of Cypress Palms and into the activity room for bingo.
When Sammy waddles in, the white-haired competitors look away from their bingo boards and greet the 8-pound visitor.
“Isn’t he something?” says Ruth Brown, a resident at the assisted living facility. She reaches out to stroke his blue-gray feathers.
She and Sammy are good friends. Some nights Sammy will peck at her door wanting to visit.
Sammy waddles out of the activity room in search of another open door and the bingo game continues.
Sammy has worked at the Cypress Palms campus of the Palms of Largo assisted living community for a year, since Diane Anheier, 59, a nurse, found him next to the barn where she boards her horse.
It was May 5, 2005. Diane was picking through some abandoned eggshells. At first, all she saw was a feather, plastered with yolk, stuck in a shell. Until it moved.
“I said, ‘This baby is still alive.’ ”
Diane hand-fed him warm chicken mash every two hours. She never took pictures of him during his duckling days. She didn’t intend to keep him.
Four weeks later she took Sammy back to the barn, put him in front of his duck mother and hid behind a bush. Sammy let out a high-pitched chirp and ran around looking for Diane, the only mother he had ever known.
She brought him home. Since Muscovy duck is somewhere below Australian Cattle Dog on the food chain, and Diane owns three cattle dogs, she keeps Sammy in a kennel on top of her refrigerator.
In the mornings, she lets Sammy bathe in the kiddie pool, but he’s never outside for more than an hour or two. He prefers air conditioning.
She dresses him in bandannas and baby bibs. She diapers him using a contraption she ordered on the Internet. At night, he rests his black-and-white feathered head in the crook of her neck and she rocks him in a rocking chair.
“Sammy doesn’t know he’s a duck,” she says.
Now, she has lots of pictures of Sammy:
Sammy splashing in the bathtub.
Sammy dressed as a pumpkin for Halloween.
And Sammy sitting on a desk chair at the office.
Sammy and Diane work double shifts on the weekends and a regular shift every other Wednesday.
The Palms of Largo is a pet-friendly community, said Frank White, executive director of the Cypress Palms campus. Pets belonging to staff and residents must be medically cleared, weigh less than 60 pounds and not be aggressive.
Two employees at Cypress Palms bring their dogs to work, and one used to bring her rabbit, Domino, who has since been adopted by White and lives in the facility.
Sammy is the only pet duck.
Sammy makes elderly women giggle and attracts visitors from other floors. Some residents, trying to reach down to pet him, practically fall from their walkers.
While Diane, who some call “The Duck Lady,” prepares medicine and takes blood sugar readings, Sammy waits in the nurses’ office, behind a baby gate.
Below his ever-wagging tail is his little diaper pouch, which Diane changes every two to four hours in a quick swooping motion. Sammy does not protest.
Before and after dinner time, Sammy and Diane go room to room checking on residents. Sammy’s non-quack makes him sound like a bird with smoker’s cough.
At Gladys Brown’s room, Diane says, “Miss Gladys, I have someone to see you.”
She picks Sammy up and puts him in the bed. Miss Gladys is 87. Sammy makes himself comfortable on her stomach. He holds mostly still, except for his shaking tail. He seems to know to stay quiet for the more fragile residents. Miss Gladys doesn’t say anything. She smiles. She strokes Sammy’s back. Her hand shakes.
Miss Gladys’ daughter, Gladys Ball, is visiting.
“My mother doesn’t remember anyone but Sammy,” she says. “It’s quite remarkable.”
Sometimes, Diane leads the way down the third floor’s carpeted hallways; other times, Sammy will forge ahead, stopping at an open door and looking to Diane for permission to enter.
When he’s not calling on residents, the residents are calling him.
“Come on, Sammy,” says Ruth Brown. Bingo is over and she’s waiting for dinner. Sammy stops to flap his wings and Diane lifts him onto the bench so Miss Ruth can pet him. Miss Ruth turns to another resident.
“Do you know Sammy?” she asks.
“Yes,” the woman replies. “We all know Sammy.”
Sometimes, at the end of a 16-hour shift, Diane takes Sammy outside to the pond. If he sees a wild duck, he hides behind her leg.
Diane tosses Sammy into the deep end of the pond.
Then she reminds him, “Sammy, you’re a duck!”
Tamara El-Khoury can be reached at (727) 445-4181 or email@example.com.
In the past two decades, close to 80 percent of the orangutan’s habitat in Borneo and Sumatra has been destroyed. But, as you’re about to see, help is at hand for some of the smallest, and most vulnerable of these primates.
Tampa, Florida (AP) — A federal judge in Tampa seems to think a game of ‘rock- paper- scissors’ will settle a dispute.
In an order, U.S. District Judge Gregory Presnell scolded lawyers for their inability to agree on a location where they can take the sworn statement of a witness in an insurance lawsuit.
Presnell ordered both sides to meet at a neutral location at 4 p.m. June 30th to play a round of the hand-gesture game often used to settle childhood disputes. If they can’t agree on the neutral location, they’ll play on the steps of the federal courthouse.
The winner gets to choose the location for the witness statement.
If the loser disputes the game’s outcome, that lawyer can appeal to the judge at a hearing on July seventh.
Rock-paper-scissors has become serious competitive business in recent years, with regional tournaments determining the players in a world championship.
Anyone want to play?
A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to the stand in a trial. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?"
She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I’ve known you since you were a young boy. And frankly, you’ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you’re a rising big shot when you haven’t the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?"
She again replied, "Why, yes I do. I’ve known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. I used to babysit him for his parents. And he, too, has been a real disappointment to me. He’s lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. The man can’t build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire state. Yes, I know him."
At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with menace, "If either of you asks her if she knows me, you’ll be jailed for contempt!"