I love birds. Black-capped Chickadees. Red-tail Hawks. Bald Eagles. Northern Flickers. Western Meadowlarks. American Kestrels. Owls of any kind. These are some of my very favorites. A recent favorite is the Mountain Bluebird. These birds are prevalent around here, however, I have failed to get a picture of one. They are skittish, nervous little things. They like to fly out in front of the car though and I hold my breath in fear every time. I love to see them fly. They are like little pieces of the sky broken free to brighten up the day. Here are some stock photos courtesy of professional photographers via Google. Or you can check this site out for more amazingly beautiful pictures. http://www.superstock.co.uk/stock-photography/mountain+bluebird.
In earlier American rural life, communities raised barns because many hands were required. These events occured in a social framework with a good deal of interdependence. Members of rural communities often shared family bonds going back generations. They traded with each other, worshipped with each other and celebrated with each other. Barn raisings were an integral part of life and socializing.
In our modern American life, communities don't mean nearly as much as they did back then. It is our family's goal to bring a sense of community back to our lives and those lives that touch ours.
In our modern American life, communities don't mean nearly as much as they did back then. It is our family's goal to bring a sense of community back to our lives and those lives that touch ours.
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