Bird Droppings November 16, 2015 I am still trying to figure out teaching The names are withheld but on my Facebook page. “Good morning Mr. Bird , I would like to thank you for being a great teacher, my son John Doe speaks highly of you, John has grown up to be hard working, an…

Bird Droppings November 13, 2015 Determining what it is we need to learn and teach I often wander in my morning writing. Traditionally I do try and focus on a point or two as I ramble. I have folks complain about spelling and punctuation every now and again but then I think back to my…

Bird Droppings November 12, 2015 Teachers need to consult their hearts I was amazed walking out this morning to the car and 73 degrees frogs chirping away. We had the day off yesterday and I was lazier than I had planned. I was going through some research material and pulled out a little book. It…

Bird Droppings November 11, 2015 A day to honor and to remember Feeling old today now that I working on my sixty sixth year and a cold front coming in, my bones are aching. I remember nearly eight years ago as we got closer to the last day in our old house it was actually…

Bird Droppings November 10, 2015 I am always finding where community exists “I am sitting listening to Allman Brother’s Fillmore East CD on a Tuesday morning a moon hidden in our perpetual clouds outside. As I drove to school today I had several thoughts streaming through my head. How do two people see the same…

Bird Droppings November 9, 2015 Gratitude is an action “Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.” Chief Seattle, 1854 Most mornings I am driving to school about five thirty…

Bird Droppings November 6, 2015 Flowers are red, green leaves are green, and that’s the way it was meant to be. It has been nearly forty five years, actually more since I found out I was color blind. I had been in college at West Chester State College for my freshmen year back in 1967.…

Bird Droppings November 5, 2015 So many thoughts for one day I believe I was prepared from childhood to discuss this topic. It has been many years since my first introduction to Native Americans. I was three or four years old when I first remember my father’s stories of Little Strong Arm and Black Eagle.…

Bird Droppings November 4, 2015 I still like the seagull book Once upon a time, that line has started so many stories in my day that perhaps it would be a good way to start today. Many years ago as I drove my kids to school each morning I would spin yarns of various Indian…

Bird Droppings November 3, 2015 Education is turning an ugly face jug not pouring in a mold It has been a few years since the last time I talked with and watched the late Cleater Meadors turn a jug on the potter’s wheel at Mossy Creek Arts and Crafts fair in Perry Georgia. A simple…