“With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,

Michael Anderson January 20, 2022, 7:17 PM

Deplorable, adorable. What a great guy!

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John G Condon January 20, 2022, 7:17 PM

Adorable. :’)

Charity at its purist.

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KCK January 20, 2022, 10:28 PM

Rescuing wildlife is a worthy activity, as is hunting. Both help with the overall health of the herd. The best I can say for myself is that I have broken up coyote packs as they were actively hunting deer, and my family and I did rescue an owl whose wing had been twisted back on itself.

The honest truth is that if you follow the life of a deer herd, the majority cause of deer mortality is by accidental death. Disease, hunting, predation, winter kill and accidental death, take their toll and accidents are a large factor; I want to say the largest one in the mortality of the deer. Old age? rarely does a deer survive to old age, which is about 5 years of age. Anyway, saving deer from accidental death is a worthy endeavor.

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Mike Austin January 21, 2022, 12:08 AM

“It is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.” Yes it is. I don’t get pessimists. They let purely earthly matters—all of which are temporary—steal their happiness. This is no less than putting yourself—your attitude, your world view, your joy—into the hands of your enemies. There is a phrase for this: voluntary slavery. I would say to those who cannot see anything but misery all around that they are looking in the wrong places. It’s like searching for a wife among Las Vegas prostitutes. A man who chooses to keep his eyes shut should never make any statements about sunlight.

Some Carpenter said, “Be of good cheer!” Then He boasted that He had overcome the world. Sounds legit.

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Kevin in PA January 21, 2022, 12:47 PM

+1

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gwbnyc January 21, 2022, 2:37 AM

A humane act, and admirable.

Maybe three years back I was walking north on 6th Avenue and had crossed Canal. There was a man in the crosswalk, slight, older, blank look. Shot, basically. Walking as slow as I’ve seen someone move, in a swarm of stalled traffic that was moving in fits and starts. A lot of horns. I got behind him slightly, a bit to his right, and thus walked along side as a precaution. We were almost at the opposite side of the avenue when a passenger in a van threw a soda bottle at me. The man and I made it the rest of the way, I asked him if he was alright, I got no answer. He was empty, staring behind his eyes. I picked up a piece of concrete and saw the van up 6th Avenue, but couldn’t get to it. If I had I was going to put the concrete through the open passenger window and pull the son-of-bitch out of the vehicle.

Compassion has a mirror image.

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PGT Beauregard January 21, 2022, 8:00 AM

I know it must be hell to live in NYC, but you were in line for several Darwin awards for what you described there, friend.

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- Mike Austin January 21, 2022, 8:10 AM
  
  Agreed. Crazy people are…well, crazy: random actions, irrational, incoherent. I give such a wide berth. Most of them are crazy because of choices made somewhere back in their lives. To believe you can help such folks is a kindness not quite rooted in reason, although such actions do count with the Carpenter. He sees intent; we cannot. When “gwbnyc” helped that confused soul across the street, I can well imagine Christ saying, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
  
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ghostsniper January 21, 2022, 4:34 AM

I save turtles. On the road. 300+ over the past 30 years. I see no reason to not do so.
Bring em back here to the compound and release them. I’ve had 3 turtles in my truck at one time, 2 Boxes in the cab and 1 snapper in the bed. You can tell a male turtle by his belly, it arches slightly upward. Male Paints have red on the cheeks. If you don’t have successful experience with snappers don’t fuck with em, they’ll get you. Bad. Super long neck, very fast, can opener yap, and severely pissed off all the time. Very aggressive.

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Mike Austin January 21, 2022, 5:50 AM

Some 50 years ago I was driving on a turnpike from Tulsa to Broken Arrow. There were numerous turtles on the road, some squashed and some trying to get the Hell to the other side and to safety. I stopped my car, got out and dodged traffic to pull as many turtles as I could to safety. A cop stopped pulled off onto the shoulder, and asked me what I was doing. I told him, and he said that I was “disrupting traffic”. Well yes, I was indeed doing that. That cop might not have appreciated it, but a few turtles did.

I still do the same today, though on a bicycle. Still disrupting traffic I would guess. Folks in their cars have yet to complain. Neither have any of those turtles.

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Vanderleun January 21, 2022, 6:55 AM

“Bad. Super long neck, very fast, can opener yap, and severely pissed off all the time.”

My new spirit animal!

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- Mike Austin January 21, 2022, 7:25 AM
  
  Well then Gerard, I promise never to get on your bad side. If chose a spirit animal, it would probably be a thylacine.
  
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John Venlet January 21, 2022, 9:26 AM

I can vouch for Ghostsniper’s cautions in regards to snappers, having rescued one or two over the years myself. They don’t look so dangerous, though, when they’re young.

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- Vanderleun January 21, 2022, 10:20 AM
  
  Living cuticle trimmer.
  
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- ghostsniper January 21, 2022, 12:10 PM
  
  Wow, that IS a little one John. I actually found a young Box one fall, a little smaller than that, right here in my driveway. It was too late in the season to let it go as the snow would soon fly and it would die if left out. So I made a little habitat for it right here in my office. Fed it minced fruits and veg’s and in the late spring I turned it loose in the yard.
  
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  - John Venlet January 21, 2022, 12:21 PM
    
    See quite a few different turtles along our little crick, Ghostsniper. Snappers, of course, Box, and Painted. The biggest Snapper I’ve seen on the crick, so far, was probably 16 inches side to side. Had one of the gnarliest, algae and crick weed covered shells I’ve seen. He must’ve been an old guy. I remember the first time I attempted to save a Snapper. I cautiously attempted to pick it up by the sides of its shell, but back towards its back legs. Not only did that sucker whip out its neck to try and nip me, its back legs came out put some decent scratches on my hands. Had to regroup after that, but I got it to a safer place. I’ve also had a Painted attempt to dig a hole in our fire pit to lay. I kept bringing it back down to the crick, to encourage it to go elsewhere, but we’d leave for a few hours of fishing, come back to camp, and there it would be, again. I finally had to take it for a ride in my truck to a more remote section of the crick.
    
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  - gwbnyc January 21, 2022, 4:03 PM
    
    even little the sawteeth are already on the edge of the shell.
    
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gwbnyc January 21, 2022, 10:11 AM

we have that in NC at times of the year, and yes, squashed turtles.

(+/-) 15 years ago-
drove down there at night from NYC after a long period of rain, the last part of the trip is along Rt 158, the southern border of the Great Dismal Swamp. the water level was just kissing the edges of the road. thousands of frog were leaping in front of us as the headlights reached then, and they thumped against the underside of the car as we drove on, for miles. in the morning there were squashed frogs all over the roads, thousandsXthousands. by the next day or so all had been eaten by birds.

the rains breached the dam at Dillard’s Millpond in Chowan County. I went to look at it and the cast iron norse wheel that powered the millstones was laying on the ground, apparently it had been buried in the dam for many years. after that it was gone. two months ago I called the county historical society and asked where it was. no one there knew, and no one got back to me.

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Annie Rose January 21, 2022, 7:10 AM

Not to be a Debbie Downer, but did the deer then stop on the railroad track to wait for the train? The look on the guy’s face at the end of the video says it all. The pessimists will say the guy shrugged and continued with his day. The optimists will say he went after the deer and chased it off the tracks….where the pessimists say it ran off into the oncoming path of some snowmobilers… who A) swerved in the nick of time, or B) enjoyed a hearty venison dinner.

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gwbnyc January 21, 2022, 10:13 AM

the deer made the woods, and gone.

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PA Cat January 21, 2022, 12:12 PM

Apropos of whether the deer avoided the train . . . some of them do seem to have a death wish. Reminds me of a summer a few years back when I was house-sitting for some friends who lived on the edge of a golf course– which had a lot of tasty greenery that attracted the local deer population. One day the UPS man rang my friends’ doorbell to deliver a package. As I was signing for it, I looked down the driveway and saw that the side of his truck was bent inward with a dark brown streak below the point of impact. I asked him what had happened, and he said that one of the golf course deer “tried to break into my truck” and didn’t live to tell about it. He was on his way back to the UPS facility in North Haven to report the accident and get the truck fixed; he said he felt bad for the deer but he was also glad that the deer didn’t come through his windshield. There are cases every year around the country in which drivers are killed by deer crashing through the front windshield and forcing the car off the road.

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Richard January 21, 2022, 8:03 AM

Thank you for some light amidst the darkness. One good turn deserves another.

https://tinyurl.com/2p8ntfwf

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John Venlet January 21, 2022, 8:13 AM

That was a good turn, Richard. Thanks.

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Mike Austin January 21, 2022, 8:17 AM

The Dodo is one of my regular stops. It restores my faith in my fellow man. It reminds me of the beauty of this earth, of the compassion that lies in the hearts of most men.

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gwbnyc January 21, 2022, 10:19 AM

that’s a good one 🙂

there is one of a robin raising her chicks, the camera is right on the nest. she brings worms for them, they grow larger, begin to fly, leave the nest until one is left. the mother comes back with worms for the last time to an empty nest, all the young birds gone and away.

I’m telling you I tried, and couldn’t watch it twice.

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- Richard January 21, 2022, 11:15 AM
  
  I’m telling you I tried, and couldn’t watch it twice. ++++++++++++
  
  I know what you mean. I’ve viewed the hummingbird video numerous times, but when the child (little girl) gently strokes the bird with her finger and says “bye”, well, let’s just say my vision gets awfully blurry.
  
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  - gwbnyc January 21, 2022, 1:05 PM
    
    +1
    
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Vanderleun January 22, 2022, 9:09 AM

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

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gw January 21, 2022, 5:54 PM

Bravery plus kindness. Admirable.

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