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Name: Julie A Carda

After studying dance in Europe, Julie returned to the United States and graduated from Creighton University. With a desire to expand her knowledge of the arts and spirituality, she graduated from St. John’s University in Collegeville with a Masters in Theology and Liturgical Studies. Over the past twenty years, she has taught high school and college courses, and facilitated workshops on the healing arts while occasionally writing for academic periodicals. Her quest to acknowledge world religions and the desire to expose the similarities of love and peaceful living, led her to travel, live, and study with shaman practitioners, herbal healers, Native American medicine women, Buddhist priests and other earth-based spiritual teachers. Through these experiences and experiences with global metaphysical teachings, she learned to honor the eternal Source of love in all people. Besides writing fiction, Julie is co-creating a Space of Love through advocacy for Kin Domains.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Chicken Abduction

Well it's a sad day here on the urban farm. When I looked out my kitchen window at 7am, I saw one side of the hen house door ajar and the framed screen twisted to the side. I ran outside thinking who escaped and quickly realized I'd had a predator attack in the night. A pile of feathers remained on the grass beneath the doors. A quick count came up short. I studied the three. Whinny, leader of the pack so to speak, had been taken. Only a raccoon would have the dexterity to open the screen and get a seven pound chicken out. Believe me, I won't be leaving any doors cracked at night for air flow. In fact, I added a bungee cord deterrent and reinforced the outer coop cage with pieces of chicken wire. The remaining ladies will be closed in at night against any predators who try to dig under the coop. Yes, a sad, sad day here...


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