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Our Feathered Friends - Jan. 28 |
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Friday, January 28, 2011 |
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 By RAY POPE
How many of you are tired of snow? Me too! I got up early last Thursday to shovel a spot on the ground so my ground scratchers would have a place to eat. I still haven’t seen any more Dark-eyed Juncos even with all the snow here. It makes me wonder if maybe most of the Juncos have traveled a little farther south. Birds will do this with very bad weather in their wintering grounds. Last year there was a Snowy Owl here in middle Tennessee. They usually don’t come this far south unless there are worse conditions up north.
I was washing dishes this past Sunday, where my kitchen window faces out into the back yard where my feeders are located. All the regular birds were enjoying a nice lunch when suddenly birds went everywhere like they had been shot out of a cannon. I’m sure you can guess what happened next. A Coopers Hawk came within about five feet of the window, probably doing about fifty miles an hour trying to catch one of my friends for his dinner. He was just a blur as he passed by. I looked out every window looking to see if he had caught something. Hawks are said to weed out the weaker of the birds so only the strong survive. Several years ago, I watched a Hawk trying to catch a male Cardinal. The Cardinal, I thought would escape, but his speed was no match for the faster and more agile hawk, and it seemed like the Cardinal ran out of gas and just let the Coopers grab him. |
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Oliver brokers cool cash for hot commodities |
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Friday, January 28, 2011 |
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 By KEN BECK
Special to The Wilson Post
The ebb and flow of daily business inside the Lebanon Pawn shop is nowhere as dramatic as the hit History Channel TV series “Pawn Stars,” but the pace never seems to slow.
Every 5 minutes or so, the phone is ringing or a customer comes walking through the front door. Today’s pawn shops are no comparison to those of yesteryear. No dim lights and dusty shelves here, nor is the pawn broker an old geezer smoking a Chesterfield cigarette in a shadowy haze behind the counter. The contemporary pawn shop is clean and brightly lit, and best sellers include PlayStation 3s, flat-panel TV sets, video games and DVDs. |
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‘Cheyenne’ star Walker still stands tall |
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011 |
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Dear Ken: What has happened to Clint Walker, star of the TV western “Cheyenne”? He was always one of my favorite cowboys.
The Big Guy, 83, lives in California with his wife, Susan, and is doing fine. You would most likely enjoy his web site, www.clintwalker.com, which offers you the opportunity to purchase an autographed photo from him as well as some of his movies that are on DVD, such as “The Dirty Dozen.” In December, Warner Archives released season two of “Cheyenne” on DVD as well as Walker’s 1958 western “Fort Dobbs.” To purchase those DVDs, check out www.wbshop.com. Walker, by the way, was born a twin (with sister Lucille) in Hartford, Ill., and worked on river boats, in the oil fields and as a deputy sheriff before he became an actor. During his prime, Walker stood 6-foot-6, weighed 235 pounds and had chest-waist-hips measurements of 48-32-36. |
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Ron Sexsmith boosts city in concerts, documentary |
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011 |
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 LEBANON, TENNESSEE
I’m going down to Lebanon, Tennessee
From where I stand, it’s as good a place as any
I don’t know anybody there and
Nobody knows me
There’ll be a job in Lebanon, Tennessee
I’ll work on a farm, I’ll work in some factory
And I’ll buy myself a home down there
You can get one pretty cheap Get off the bus on the border of town
Head in from the East
Walk into a bar, take a seat in the corner
Be a man of mystery Folks don’t treat you mean in Lebanon, Tennessee
But like a human being, they’ll take you in off the street
They’ll bring you in their home down there
and give you something to eat
I’m going down to Lebanon, Tennessee
—Written by Ron Sexsmith |
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Our Feathered Friends - Jan. 19 |
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011 |
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 By RAY POPE
Thanks to Dotty Kim, my hungry little flock of birds got a reprieve from starvation this past Friday. It is hard to pick up a 50-pound bag of mixed seed when all I have to transport it is my Honda motorscooter. It has a load limit and after having it in the shop for repairs, I don’t want to take any chances with it. Sure beats walking!
This past snowstorm threw me for a loop, because I did not see a single Dark-eyed Junco or Snowbird. Both names are the same. Used to be the only time that Juncos came around was when there was snow on the ground, at least under my feeders. I heard from Gail and Charles Morris last week. They live out Mann Road on the shores of Old Hickory Lake where there are many different species of birds that call the area home. Just a couple years ago, Karen Franklin, along with her two children, Anna and Nick, picked me up for a visit to see what was lurking about there. |
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