Through my RoseBuds death, I felt *pain*, with pain, I became *humble*.
Seeing my babies heart beating in the egg, I reconized
*responsibility* with the sence of *creating* a live baby.
With the *desire* of wanting to incubate an egg, came *dependence*
on my higher being.
Through *restlesss* nights with a sick baby, came a *spirit of
God*, ... a *found deliverance* with the *healing* of the baby.
Guardian Angels Pain Humble
REsponsible Creating Desire Restless Found Deliverance Healing
My wings of joy (birds) are the Spirits of my God, directing and
inciting me in the development of my *being*(human) with a episodoc
passion for this earth and the creatures of God.
Cherane Pefley
Our Mikee and SkipaRue
http://www.plannedparrothood.com/seniors.html
Our Vosmaeri Eclectus Babies
http://www.gorji.com/eclectus.misc/breeders/pictures/cherane-798a.jpg
Regards, Cherane
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