Showing posts with label garbage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garbage. Show all posts

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Why Am I So Excited About Garbage Day?



Yep; it's Thursday... garbage day in my neck of the woods... and, I'm excited about it!  You see, up here in the North Georgia Mountains we have bears.  And bears like to forage through people's garbage cans.  Go to 'most any social gathering up here and the subject of bears is likely to come up.  I haven't seen one yet, and I must admit I'd like to... at a safe distance, of course!  Friends and family who have seen them say they are actually quite beautiful.
The only evidence we've had that bears have graced our property is the overturned trash can.  Every time, the bear has delicately lifted the bag out of the trash can and toted this treasure up the hill into the woods. My solution:  keep the trash indoors all week, putting it out in the trash can at the last minute:  Thursday noon-ish.  Thus, my excitement about garbage day! (Kind of pitiful, isn't it?)




Black bears can typically be found in three distinct regions in Georgia, although they will range over larger areas in search of food. They can be found in the North Georgia mountains, along the Ocmulgee River drainage system in the central part of the state and in the Okefenokee Swamp in the southeast. Young male bears often will roam large areas until they are able to establish their own territory.






Bears typically live in swamps and forested areas, especially mature mixed pine stands that offer a plentiful supply of natural foods and trees and thickets that they can escape to for security. Standing, hollow trees are common den sites for Georgia bears. However, brush piles, rock crevices or other places that offer protection may be used.





...having a picnic of grapes...
The typical life span of a bear is about 8 to 15 years  .(I'm not sure how anybody knows this, but it's what the statistics say...)  Wild bears tend to live 23 percent longer than "garbage" bears (those that exist on unnatural foods; kinda' sounds like what happens to people when they eat unnatural foods, doesn't it?). Adult bears are generally up to six feet in length and about three feet high at the shoulder. Female adult bears can weigh up to 300 pounds and adult males can weigh over 500 pounds. Bears have poor eyesight but an excellent sense of smell. They are good tree climbers, can swim well and are able to run at speeds of up to 30 miles per hour.  The breeding season is in July and cubs are born in the den in late January or February. Bear cubs weigh about eight ounces when born, are relatively undeveloped and entirely dependent on the mother. Cubs stay with their mother throughout the first year, den with her during the following winter and stay with her until she finally drives them away the following spring. Due to this extended care for her young, females only produce a litter every two years.


Bears are considered omnivorous meaning their diet consists of whatever is readily available at that time of year. Diets vary according to what part of the state the bear calls home. However, the majority of their natural diet consists of berries, fruits, acorns, grasses and animal matter, including insects or mammals-even deer. When houses, camps or recreation areas are located within range, bears are naturally attracted to the smells associated with cooking and garbage disposal. Other non-natural attractants include pet food, birdseed, suet, compost piles, gardens, beehives and cornfields. Bears can become attracted to human food when their natural diet sources are scarce. Non-natural type foods are typically easier to obtain and associated with humans, therefore luring bears away from natural food sources and dissolving the bears natural fear of humans. A bear typically will remain in an area where food can be found until that food supply is gone or until other measures are taken. 





 And thus, I am happy it's Thursday - and the garbage men took the trash away - not the bears.

Shalom  Y'all -
     Twyla


Friday, December 24, 2010

Halloween/Christmas - If it's all the same to you...

     Okay,  if you saw my last post - the video by Maria Merola - you might be thinking, "Wow!  These people are nuts!"  OR... you might be thinking, "Hey! These people are on to something.  Here is some food for thought:  Show me WHERE in God's Word it says we should celebrate Christ's birthday?  Better yet, show me where in the scriptures it is written that His birthday is December 25th?  (Hint: It ain't there!!!)  Actually if you study the scriptures and can do some math, you will find that Christ's birthday was around the middle of September - per the Gregorian calendar.  It very likely fell on one of God's Holy Days... Doesn't that make sense?  The best research shows that the Messiah's birthday was probably on Feast of Trumpets.
  
      ANYWAY, on the lighter side,   I wrote this ridiculous poem years ago,  making fun of the Santa Claus myth. I also did a little colored pencil drawing to go with it.  So, if it's all the same to you...

         A Visit With Ol' Punkin' Head
                     by Twyla Germain Ben-David

'Twas the night before Halloween and all through the castle
was an attitude of bitchin' and groanin' and hassle.
The stockin's wuz hung by the outhouse with care
in hopes that 'Ol Punkin' Head soon would be there...

The children wuz slappin' at the bugs in their beds,
as visions of goblins danced through their heads;
And me with my buzzards and Paw with his bats
wuz fillin' the mousetraps with cheese for the rats.

When out in the junkyard I heard someone mutter,
so I walked on the porch and stood in the clutter;
But I tripped on some garbage and a rusty ol' wrench,
and it stirred up the dog doo with a horrible stench!

The full moon wuz bright and the color of mud,
and it gave me full view of our yard full of crud.
When what to my buggerin' eyes should  there be
but a miniature dumptruck and eight howlin' banshee...
With a big-headed driver, so orange and red,
that I knew in a moment it wuz Ol' Punkin' Head.

More slowly and dully the banshees they came
and he hollered and hooted and called 'em by name:
"Now Passer! Now Pooter! now Stanker and Blitzen!
On Vomit!  On Vapid!  On Bomber and Schitzzen!
To the end of the mud yard, to the side of the wall,
Now gas away, gas away, gas away all!"

The dry leaves wuz swirlin' above all the clay,
and the cowpies wuz dryin' alongside the hay...
So down by the outhouse the banshees they flew
with a truck full of garbage, and Punkin' Head, too!

Well, after a minute I heard in the yard
the moanin' and groanin' of the banshees, so tired!
Then I focused my eyes and wuz turnin' around
when down by the outhouse was Punkin' Head bound...
He wuz covered with slime from his head to his foot,
and his face was a grinnin' and blotched up with soot...

A bagful of garbage wuz flunf on his back
and he looked like the Boogie Man opening his pack.
His eyes wuz real dull, his wrinkles so deep,
 his nose wuz so slimy I thought I would weep.
His mouth wuz drawn up and his teeeth they wuz missin',
an' I knowed in my heart he wuz just made fer kissin'!

With the stump of a cigar he waved up a cloud,
and the smoke, it encircled hisself like a shroud.
He had that hig head and a thin little body,
so wiry, so dirty, so stinkin' and shoddy!
He wuz wrinkled and slimy, too awful to mention;
and I gagged when I realized how bad he was stenchin'!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his neck
soon gave me to know that he came straight from heck!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockin's; then, turned with a jerk.
And layin' his finger 'long side of his head,
He looked straight at me, and it filled me with dread...

But, he walked to the dumptruck and started away,
and the banshees wuz howlin' as they stomped thru the clay;
and I heard him exclaim as they went outta' sight,
"Have a great Halloween, and a Punkin' Head night."

P.S.   So... hang up yer stockin's by the outhouse with glee
         and hope that the garbage will pile up..... You'll see!
         Now, keep up the vigil, your heart full of dread
         and look fer a visit with Ol' Punkin' head.





SHALOM  Y'ALL 
     TWYLA

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Thursday - A Day in the Life...

...CassPurr peeking out the curtain...


     I like Thursdays.  Thursday is usually my day to catch up on everything,  do miscellaneous chores, maybe bake something.  I hardly ever go into town on a Thursday, so it seems like the day is longer and more enjoyable. 
     The garbage truck picks up our trash on Thursdays. Now, probably to most people garbage day is not exactly something to get excited about... But, up here in these mountains, we can't put our garbage out until collection day.  If we do, the bears will come and overturn the trash can and scatter garbage all over the place.  So, whatever trash we accumulate during the week I have to store in my laundry room.  For a while there last summer, the bears were hauling our trash off into the woods.  I joked that if I could count on them to do so every time, I'd cancel the garbage collection service...  But, alas, even that would not be a very good solution... now that the leaves have fallen off most of the trees, we can see remnants of where the bears hauled the trash.  Moshe is out in the woods picking it up today.
feeding the Golden Comets
    
So far today I have done the normal chores like making the bed, straightening things up, doing laundry. I also fed the chickens so that Moshe could continue on his projects. Yesterday I made a BIG pot of my special "Sneak-in-the-Veggies" Spaghetti sauce.  We had some last night with Moshe's just-baked Focaccia bread. Yummy.  Today, I got out the big canner and canned 3 quarts and 1 pint of the sauce.  We had it again for lunch, and the remainder of the sauce is going in the freezer.  Oh, I baked a cake, too... haven't tasted it yet... it's cooling on the kitchen counter.  Should be scrumptious - pineapple, cherry, pecan upside down cake.  We will enjoy some of it, and the rest will go to the freezer for a rainy day or some such...
     Oh, I scrubbed all the kitchen cabinets and appliances with clorox solution.  One of those "thankless jobs", yet I enjoy doing it.  Everything looks so nice and white and clean... Yes, I am somewhat of a clean nut.  Some of this is, I think, because I was an Operating Room Nurse for several years. Once you really understand the difference between clean and dirty, it becomes second nature.  Nevertheless, somebody teased me once, saying, "You have to repaint your cabinets because you scrub the paint off; the rest of us have to paint our cabinets because they're so dirty."  Okay.....
  
...ready to pounce...

Shalom y'all-
Twyla


      CassPurr is in rare form today.  He made me laugh several times this morning;  he was feeling very playful  and kittenish.  At one point he was peeking out between the curtain panels that divide the art room from the "Cozy" room - the name  Moshe gave to the end of the kitchen with the wood stove.  After getting his picture taken peeking out, he began playing with the decorative scraps of fabric, yarn, beads, etc. I have hanging on the curtains.  Both CassPurr and Moxie LOVE walking through the curtains, looking as if they were wearing veils.

     This afternoon I'm hoping to have the energy to go outside and help Moshe pick up deadwood for fire wood.  I do have a disability, and can get fatigued fairly easily, but I  fondly remember the old days when I used to work outside all day. Nowadays a couple hours is enough.  Still, I would like to help. (Plus, it would be a good rationalization tool for eating some of that cake!)