If, in life, you are less than the Universe intended
then, in death, your spirit may return as a lesser being.
Be, therefore, kind and generous to all creatures,
that the circle of life may return compassion unto you in due time.

Aint it great folkses!! I found it on this bird forum. Wow. Sounds like someone believes in reincarnation. :)

Three weird and unrelated facts:
1. The election is really dumb and all the candidates are infidels. I get frustrated at myself for rooting for Obama. That’s really weird cuz he is like terribly liberal but he has such charisma (<--- look at that… I used a big word!) He got a silver tongue. Maybe he was trained under Bin Laden. Maybe he is just a terrorist in disguise. Maybe…. Maybe he is a really good guy?
2. I went like 40 on my bike today.
3. We were at Pequea for church.

We are having beautiful weather up here right now... i'm llovin it.

HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY EVERYONE!!!
conrad

birds... again! :)

went into the woods with a camera today... I love these colors.

I love the way these birds are frozen in flight.

ella's bein really crabby lately. bein protective of her mate's eggs. lol. whatta bird.

later folks,
conrad

Yesterday at Ben's these two ladies were at the door when I came on my bike. They stare at me and there like, "You're not Conrad are you?!!" whoa. ok I have nooooo eathly clue who these people are. So they say, "yeah we were here a year ago." man that is soooo weird. A hole year and they still know my name. Mom had her own ideas about why they remembered me, but I think I'll keep that to myself. lol.

On Sunday me and Dwayne Beiler were biking down East Newport Rd. when all asudden this lady comes down the road hollerin at us like nuts. "You get off the road right now kids.... and tell your mom!!! I'm gonna sue!!!" fiesty little red-headed thing she was. Then she hops out of her car bout fifty feet ahead of us and starts yelling out obscenities I shall omit for moralities sake. wow. Aint Lancaster County great folks!!!

and a poem i wrote for grammar class. I asked my teacher if she will get mad at me if my poetry sounds evil. so she looked at what i had written so far and she said it looks all right. :) cheers!!! I dont know why that happens to me. Sometimes i just feel like writing about death and demons and witches and pain... and then the next time it'll be about nature and water and blue skies and dreams... Weird bein different from every one else... then again, you get more attention that way too. :) here it is.

Grim Reaper
A lightning bolt streaks 'cross the sky
A thunderclap replies.
A ghostly rider gallops down
From lands beyond the skies.

His cape is long, his clothes are black
His voice is scraping bone.
His mount drums grave-procession beats
Upon the cobblestone.

He slithers up a cabin's steps
Unveils his icy face
He takes an unsuspecting soul
To Master's dwelling place.

A thousand demons screech their glee
The elements reply
The long-caped feind of life rides on
To lands beyond the sky.

His steed breathes fire, his hood hangs low
And hides his fiery eyes.
His name is Death. He gallops on
Through lightning-shattered skies.

later folkses,
conrad

this is absolutely nuts... this bird was on Annie's porch... so i walk up to it snapping pictures every few steps in case it flies. But it didn't i walked up onto the porch and snapped pictures like crazy. I gave the camera to Joseph and then he took the one at the bottom.
IT SAT ON MY HAND!!!!

and just to prove to you that it ACTUALLY SAT ON MY HAND!!!!

a cock was showin' off to one of my hens... thats why he's got the wrong end pointed at the camera

beauty in motion

getting ready to land on the greenhouse roof


In your wildest dreams
Take a magic carpet ride
There's nothing that your soul can hide
In your wildest dreams.

In your wildest dreams.
Take what you cannot keep
Come to my side and weep
In your wildest dreams

In your wildest dreams.
Fly past the cloudless sky.
Ask not the reason why.
In your wildest dreams.

Seize your wildest dreams
Out of your foggy mind
Go and see what you can find
In your wildest dreams.
In your wildest dreams.

come fly with me

pics of my homing pigeons... it is extremely hard to get a good pic of birds swooping and diving at 25 miles an hour

Talk to me,
Coo to me,
Bow to me,
Listen to me.
And I'll teach you
To fly with me
And I will love you
Like no other....


till next time,
conrad

we went to the park today... i dont know what kind of birds these are... but i like the pic

lets take a walk :)

i took this a while back... a robin bathing in a puddle.

wildflowers at the park... i still dont know if i like this pic

this weekend we have off of school since wednesday lunch... wow. so i think I'lll waste my time watching movies and eating junk food.

life is good,

conrad