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					<description><![CDATA[Yes, the ordinary days are extraordinary.  We used to feed the birds.  They were Orlie&#039;s entertainment.  He sat in the dining room and watched them.  One winter we fed over 1,000 quail.  I know.  I counted them as they came under the back gate into our  yard from the neighbors.  Feed got so expensive I quit feeding them, but this  year I decided to but a 300 pounds of cracked corn to feed them again.  It&#039;s so good to hear my trees sing again with sparrow voices.  Forty to fifty quail show up every day.  Those alone make the ordinary extraordinary.  I go outside and yell for the birds, throw the seed out and come back in to watch them arrive from every direction.

I&#039;ve only taken a couple of trips up Mill Creek this winter but will go again one of these days and I may take a ride up Puitt Rd. but I&#039;ve found out it gets, as Orlie would say, &quot;slicker than snot on a brass doorknob&quot; when it gets wet.  Last time I went, I stayed between the fences but was all over the road!

I&#039;m looking forward to my first trip to the prairie again.  For about seven years, I did not go once.  Orlie died in August, 2011 and it took me until May 2013 to realize I was free to go again.  You know what it&#039;s been like since!  If the weather continues as is has been, I can probably get up there late this month, but it may be April.  Kim is talking about her and Owen coming over to go up with me during spring break this month.  That would be an extraordinary day!.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, the ordinary days are extraordinary.  We used to feed the birds.  They were Orlie&#8217;s entertainment.  He sat in the dining room and watched them.  One winter we fed over 1,000 quail.  I know.  I counted them as they came under the back gate into our  yard from the neighbors.  Feed got so expensive I quit feeding them, but this  year I decided to but a 300 pounds of cracked corn to feed them again.  It&#8217;s so good to hear my trees sing again with sparrow voices.  Forty to fifty quail show up every day.  Those alone make the ordinary extraordinary.  I go outside and yell for the birds, throw the seed out and come back in to watch them arrive from every direction.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve only taken a couple of trips up Mill Creek this winter but will go again one of these days and I may take a ride up Puitt Rd. but I&#8217;ve found out it gets, as Orlie would say, &#8220;slicker than snot on a brass doorknob&#8221; when it gets wet.  Last time I went, I stayed between the fences but was all over the road!</p>
<p>I&#8217;m looking forward to my first trip to the prairie again.  For about seven years, I did not go once.  Orlie died in August, 2011 and it took me until May 2013 to realize I was free to go again.  You know what it&#8217;s been like since!  If the weather continues as is has been, I can probably get up there late this month, but it may be April.  Kim is talking about her and Owen coming over to go up with me during spring break this month.  That would be an extraordinary day!.</p>
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