Archive for June, 2011

This Dove Is A Good Mother!

Monday, June 27th, 2011

Eighteen years ago I planted three Australian pines in my front yard.  Lost one three years ago, and another last year.  Some kind of bug is destroying allot of these trees, according to my son-in-law.  Today I decided it was time to cut the dead one down, and hope I can save the last one.

I had two dead limbs on my good tree, so I figured I better get them out of the way also.  One was good sized, and as it started to fall. I noticed a morning dove fly away.  I thought “Oh no, there must be a nest in the branches.”  Sure enough one little baby morning dove huddled in his straw and twig nest.

I gently removed the nest from the dead branches, and repositioned it about 10 foot away in some good living limbs.  I wasn’t sure “mama” would come back or not, and didn’t want to be the cause of this “little guys” demise.  My grand-daughters were chiding me about the whole situation, and I was hoping she was a good mother, and would return.

Sure enough she was back in about 10 minutes, and she would not budge from that nest for 2 hours, as we worked within feet of her “new” location.  Three men, chain saws, lawn mowers, and limb trimmers could not keep this mother from protecting her baby.  Unlike some humans who don’t have much of a problem deposing of their babies, this little bird was courageous.  When I snapped the picture of her on her nest, I was only about three feet away, and she was holding tight.  Hope these two don’t have any more excitement in their lives for awhile.  Sometimes it’s hard just being a “bird!”


Captain Chris Brubaker and Blue Friday

Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

This is a picture of Captain Chris Brubaker, and his pal Micah (my son) standing next to Chris’s 1200 BMW motorcycle.  Chris was on a whirlwind trip, with his wife and daughter before Chris leaves for Afghanistan.

Chris is a helicopter pilot, and just completed his training flying a the Russian made troop transport.  Up to this point Chris has had some pretty easy duty.  He’s been stationed in Washington flying politicians, dignitaries, and celebrities to various White House functions.  He’s met some very interesting and powerful people, and that’s about all he’ll let me say about that!

Chris will be stationed with 547 support group in Kandahar, and will be there for 13 months.  Chris volunteered to leave the states a month early, when asked by his superiors.  He already has several friends over there waiting for his arrival.

Chris is  big, handsome, and has a great personality.  A fun guy to be around, and in my opinion “An All American!”  Chris is putting his life on the line for his country, for you and me.  Whether you agree with his mission, or not, I would hope you would remember Chris in your thoughts and prayers.  Thanks Chris for your brave and honorable service to your country, and the Taliban enslaved people of Afghanistan.

Very soon you should start to notice a great many people wearing blue on Fridays.  The reason?  Americans who support our troops used to be called the “silent” majority.  We are no longer content to stay silent, as we voice our love for God, country, and all those who bravely serve in our the armed forces.  Recently solders were asked “what can we do to make things better for you?”  Their overwhelming reply was “We need your support and your prayers!”  Simple but profound!  Lets get behind our men and women , like Captain Chris Brubaker, and show them that most red blooded Americans are standing with them.  I hope in the coming Fridays that there will be a sea of blue covering the highways and byways of this country, and that our troops know we are on their side more than ever.



“I Can Only Imagine”

Wednesday, June 15th, 2011

Sunday, right after church, my wife and I had to hustle over to the Community college to see our grand-daughters dance recital.  Ava and Addy (red and purple) did several routines, and Addy even had a ballet solo to the song “I can only imagine.”  Kind of ironic as Tom Treece sang that same song at Jack Smith’s funeral the day before.  Beautiful song!

Been a busy week with kids ball games, golf, garage sales, yard work, funerals, funerals, and more funerals.  A fellow Ford worker, and Christian brother, lost his son Monday, to a motor cycle accident.  He was 30 years old and left behind 4 children.  Very sad, to say the least.  I cannot imagine what his family is going through right now.  Please pray for the Tom Carr family.

Switching gears here, as the Michigan Department of Natural Resources reinstated deer baiting for the lower peninsula for the 2011 hunting season.  When the baiting ban went into effect there was only one deer found to have Chronic Wasting Disease, and that deer was from an enclosure.  No wild deer have ever been found to be infected with this disease.  Whatever your take on baiting, at least the local Mom and Pop stores and gas stations will be able to recoup some of their lost income, and I can only imagine that is not a bad thing!


Logan and His New Bike

Friday, June 10th, 2011

This is grandson Logan Samuel Horwitz, and his new BMX bike.  It’s not exactly new, as his dad Mark bought it from a friend of his, who’s son outgrew it.  They did some work on the bike,and freshened everything up for Logan.  Whatever they did must of been right, as Logan won his class at last weekends race.

Logan just moved up (in class) and has been improving every event.  He now has enough trophies to fill a room of their own.  Mark used to ride when he was a kid, and his expertise, and Logan’s stout muscular frame do the rest.  The kid is built like a linebacker.  Way to go Logan!

Sorry it’s been awhile since I posted, but my site has been down for several days, and there have been many other priorities to look after.  Good friend Jack Smith passed away this week, and another dear friend from church is gravely ill.  End of school activities, youth ball programs, golf, and yard work all are vying for my attention.  Sometimes there doesn’t seem to be enough of me to go around.  Then I look in the mirror, and see there’s plenty to go around!!




The Boys and Girls of Summer

Monday, June 6th, 2011

It’s that time of year when I have to shift “modes” and forget about hunting until fall.  T-ball, coach pitch, and little league season is upon the Ansel household, and it looks like old grandpa is going to have his hands full.  Addy has her first game this evening at 5:30 p.m. and Ava’s starts at 7:00 p.m.  Kyle also has a game this evening, but I don’t know where, as yet!  Whew!  I’m already tired of running around to the various diamonds, and I haven’t left the house.  It doesn’t help that it’s in the mid 80’s outside either.  Oh well most parents and grandparents go to kids and grandkids games every summer.  Baseball is as American as apple pie, and most of us have fond memories of our time spent with our pals on the ball field.

One thing I hope parents and spectators remember this year is that the “game” is for the kids!  Let em play and have fun.  To many grown ups are way to serious about what goes on between six year olds and their opponents, and need to chill out for the summer.   Enjoy the moment, cause in the blink of an eye, these days will be over, never again to be repeated, unless that is you have a bunch of grandkids!  Then you get a second chance, which isn’t all that bad my friend.  Catch that ball Addy!  Ava pay attention!  Here we go again.


Father and Son Turkeys -Or- Are These Turkey’s Father and Son?

Thursday, June 2nd, 2011

Pictured is the father and son team of Darryl and Derek Ansel, and their huge late season gobblers.  You wouldn’t believe the amount of time these two guys put into bagging these “old” birds, but their wives will tell you I’m sure!

It seemed like the last (third) hunt turned out to be more desirable than the first hunt, as lousy weather definitely played a role in the early season woe’s for many hunters.  Rain, snow, and cold temperatures made for some harsh conditions in which to try and bag a bird.  Actually the weather was wet for most of the whole season, but the sun did shine for a few days, later on, and the Ansel boys worked that in their favor.

Both Darryl and Derek are expert callers on the diaphragm, and will use a box call from time to time.  Darryl hunted quite a bit around Bronson and Derek went north a few times, but neither were successful in their quest; that is until they concentrated on a few area’s closer to home.  (The exact location’s will not be divulged.)  Darryl called his big bad gobbler into his set-up, after the big Tom left his hen on her nest.  It was then that he was susceptible to “hooking” up with another love starved hen.  Darryl lured him within 40 yards, and he seem to hang up at that distance.  Darryl’s Remington model 870-20 gauge (with turkey choke) reached across the woodlot and the rest is history.  Darryl’s bird had a 11 inch beard and spurs slightly longer than 1 inch.

A few days later Darryl took Derek to a new “hot-spot” where a huge old gobbler was waiting for them.  Both hunters were tantalizing the Tom with their mouth calls, but he was leery about coming in close enough for a shot.  Darryl decided to go to the box call, and that did the trick.  Just something about the “tone” of that old wooded call that Mr. Turkey couldn’t resist.  Derek put a nice shot on his bird, and it turned out to be a dandy.  Derek’s bird had a coveted 12 inch beard and 1-1/4 inch spurs.  both these birds were big enough to make the Commemorative Bucks of Michigan record book, in the turkey division.  Congratulations brother and nephew Derek.  It turned out to be a good season after all, with four in our family downing record class Tom’s.