There is no official Murphy’s Law Day, a day to honor Major
Edward A. Murphy, Jr. (1918 - 1990) an American aerospace engineer who
declared, “If there’s more than one way to do a job, and one of those
ways will result in disaster, then somebody will do it that way.”
is a Murphy’s Law 2014 day-to-day calendar. There’s a band that
performs as Murphy’s Law. I hereby declare Feb. 13 as Murphy’s Law Day.
That’ll give everyone who forgot to order roses or candy for their
Valentine an excuse. It will also explain why, on the one day of the
week that I leave at home both of the cameras that I normally cart
around with me, I pass a tree hanging low from the weight of two adult
I didn’t just drive past them on my way home from the
office, I practically drove under them. These two symbols of American
strength were perched in some sort of tall hardwood growing roadside
about a quarter mile south of the Blanchard River on Road 8. They turned
their pearly heads toward me, blinking majestically. Even with the
pedal to the metal and back with both cameras, they were gone. I did see
a large bird scanning mid-field, some distance away. I heard bird
laughter. I did. I hope someone else took a photo, and that they will
submit it to the Sentinel.
On occasion, my family transports
injured or orphaned wild animals in need of treatment from point A to
point B. We trained for three years with a licensed wildlife
rehabilitation center to have this privilege. We’ve moved a lot of
creatures, including several raptors, but never an eagle. We’ve heard a
lot of stories though, some of them pretty funny.
Like the time
that Black Swamp Raptor Rehabilitation Center combed the back roads of
the back roads of Paulding County looking for what had been called in as
an eagle. The completely healthy bird was a big chicken.
favorite story is actually a yearly trend experienced east of here in
Castalia, where Animal Planet award-winning Back to the Wild is located.
Bald eagles are seen frequently now along Lake Erie. Let’s hope they
don’t dip into the harmful algal bloom too much. Anyway, Mona at BTW
houses injured and nonreleasable bald eagles in various flight cages at
the center. She says that, during mating season, the lawn around these
huge runs is populated with whiny adult male bald eagles, all pining for
the females inside.
There was a time when white-tailed deer were a
rarity in Ohio. Now there’s a protracted season. I don’t think we’ll be
seeing packets of eagle jerky at the checkout anytime soon. At least I