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Yesterday, during my father's funeral procession, led by the United States Marine Corps, my family noticed the man in this photograph standing at the side of the road. He held his hat in his hand and placed his hand on his heart as a sign of respect for my father and our family as we walked by. His respectful gesture deeply touched my family and the entire train. Along the way, we encountered many other cars simply going about their day. Since his license plate was visible in the photo, my daughter did some research and we found him!!! His name is Ernest Boerlin and he is also a veteran of the United States Navy. When I sent him a private message to thank him for honoring my father, he replied: "It was an honor to show my respect for a comrade and his family." Please accept my prayers and condolences for you and your family in your loss. Fair winds and calm seas. God bless you. Thank you, Ernest. Your gesture of kindness and respect deeply touched our family and friends, and we are grateful for it. May God bless you and your loved ones. Let's thank Ernest for his service and show him our affection, folks!

WTF is Wrong with Twit-X ?? I can't respond to Anyone of the tweets from people I follow & vice versa !! 💁💁 😡😡😡 @X @XSupportService #XCustomerSupport

#BeautifulBlueJays @lawandchocolate

It is lucky to see a robin in your garden, as there is a belief that robins hold the spirits of loved ones. The saying ‘robins appear when loved ones are near’ is perhaps more special now as robins are less visible, often retreating to woodland over summer. #FolkloreSunday

Relaxing on a Sunday ! Inishowen Co Donegal

#GarronNoone #NewIrishPotatoes #WexfordStrawberries

My garden robin just had an ‘everything’ bath-watch to the end bc she’s drenched, spiky haired & in need of a towelling down when she flies off. One academic study shows that when we watch footage of ‘cute’* animals it dials down stress levels-my small feathered pal’s bathtime is for your brain. *actual word used in the experiment:

Ireland is being made to shrink its dairy herd, with healthy in-calf cows going to slaughter early, to satisfy a nitrogen figure set in Brussels. Start with how cruel the timing is. Barely a decade ago, when the EU scrapped its milk quotas in 2015, Ireland told its farmers to do the opposite. Expand. Grow the herd. Build the new parlour. The government's own strategy pushed dairy hard for export growth, and thousands of families borrowed heavily and did exactly as they were asked. Now the same establishment that cheered them bigger is ordering them smaller. The instrument is a rule that sounds technical and harmless. The EU caps the nitrogen that livestock manure may spread on the land. Ireland's grass-fed dairy farms, among the most efficient and lowest-carbon on earth, held a hard-won allowance to graze a little heavier. After a water-quality review, that allowance was cut, from 250 kilos of nitrogen a hectare down to 220, across great swathes of the country from 2024, and it has stayed under threat ever since, its conditions tightening at every review. To drop under the new line, a farmer has three doors. Find more land, ship his slurry away, or get rid of cows. Land is scarce and the squeeze itself sent rents soaring, so for many the only door left is the herd. The Irish Farmers Association reckoned an extra sixty nine thousand acres would be needed nationally just to stand still. One senator, a farmer himself, warned that up to forty one thousand cows, a great many of them pregnant, could be sent to slaughter to comply, and called it an animal welfare catastrophe in the making. Sit with that. Healthy, productive, in-calf cows, on some of the greenest grass in Europe, culled early because a stocking number on a form moved by thirty kilos. The very cows the nation was begging the farmer to buy ten years ago. This is what modern environmental policy looks like at the sharp end. A good cow loaded onto a lorry she never needed to be on, on a wet Tuesday in County Cork, to shift a figure in a spreadsheet.

#GodHelpIrishFarmers #FcukTheEU #IFullySupportIrishFarmers and Their #Farms

Loch Lomond, from the west of Ireland. Wishing Scotland well as they return to the World Cup after 28 years 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Hey @X Why the Hell do my Posts Keep Failing to Post !! I'm sick of this happening over the past few days!! 😤

Windy Weather but it is improving for the weekend.

Have to take any opportunity

So True !!

Stunningly Beautiful

There’s not another Pub & Restaurant in Ireland with a setting like this 💚 That is Croagh Patrick in the background ⛰️ 📍The Tavern Bar & Restaurant, Murrisk, Co. Mayo ☘️ #Mayo #Ireland #Croaghpatrick #Murrisk #Irishpub

Battle Cries and Trinkets of Hope Being invited back to the University of Illinois, my alma mater, has caused me to spend a lot of time reflecting on the ten years I spent there. When people look back now, they often see the accomplishments. The research. The publications. The graduation. The service dog in the laboratory. The policies that changed. The doors that eventually opened. What they don't always see are the years in between. The meetings that went nowhere. The policies that said "no." The endless explanations. The exhaustion of fighting the same battle over and over again. The moments when I questioned whether one person could really make a difference against systems that seemed far too large to move. I wish I could tell you there was some grand strategy that carried me through those years. There wasn't. Most days, I simply put one foot in front of the other. I showed up. I stood up. I kept going. Along the way, I collected what I call battle cries and trinkets of hope. Being a Texan, one of those battle cries was always "Remember the Alamo." Not because the battle was won, but because courage, sacrifice, and conviction mattered even when the odds were overwhelming. Another came from The Hunger Games: "May the odds be ever in your favor." A phrase often delivered with irony, but one that reminded me that sometimes the odds are not in your favor at all. Sometimes you move forward anyway. The three-finger salute became something more than a movie symbol. It represented hope, resistance, and the belief that ordinary people can challenge systems that seem immovable. I found inspiration in Lagertha from Vikings, a woman who endured loss, betrayal, and impossible battles yet refused to surrender her independence or her strength. I found inspiration in Erin Brockovich, whose words often echoed in my mind: "Fight for what you believe in, even when the odds are against you." "Never underestimate the power of one person to change the world." "Be a voice for those who are unheard." "Be brave enough to disrupt the status quo." Those weren't just quotes. They became reminders. Little anchors during difficult days. Trinkets of hope. Because when you are in the middle of a fight, whether it is for disability rights, inclusion, justice, science, or simply survival, you need something to hold onto. Something that reminds you why you started. Today, as I prepare to return to the very institution where so many of those battles took place, I realize those years were never really about gaining access to a laboratory. They were about learning resilience. They were about discovering that courage isn't loud. Most of the time courage looks like showing up when you're exhausted. It looks like standing firm when it would be easier to walk away. It looks like continuing forward when the finish line isn't even visible. The laboratory doors eventually opened. Policies changed. Conversations shifted. But the greatest lesson wasn't what I changed around me. It was learning what could not be changed within me. So if you're in the middle of your own battle right now, find your battle cry. Find your trinkets of hope. Borrow courage from history, from books, from heroes, from people who walked difficult roads before you. Then take another step. And another. Because sometimes changing the world isn't one grand act. Sometimes it's simply refusing to stop walking.

Oh No.... The bunnies are back Again !! @servicerotties

We want to share mom’s first fundraiser! If you are in the #YEG area and would like to donate a plant or plant item let mom know! And just a little fun fact. Well not so fun when pets are hungry but a little stat!