No municipal news this week, so we will go straight to the history moment. This one has all the earmarks of a potential horror show, one that was, fortunately, avoided.

History note

From the Republican Journal, Nov. 16, 1905: “A valuable horse owned by Haywood Pierce ran out of his barn and attempted to cross the new railroad bridge. When nearly half the distance across its legs went between the ties, which held it until a crowd gathered with ropes and hauled the horse safely to the bank on two boards which were placed under the body after the legs were securely tied.”

Such was the state of things in 1905. Had that incident occurred today, the ASPCA would have had to have been notified and approval secured for tying the horse’s legs, the railroad union would have had to give permission for workers to assist in the rescue, a permit would have been necessary for a crowd to gather and the horse’s owner would probably face charges for public endangerment by allowing a farm animal to roam at will. My, how things have changed.

Under the feeder

The same retinue of songbirds — tufted titmice, blue jays, black-capped chickadees, goldfinches, northern cardinals and hairy and downy woodpeckers — attends my seed and suet feeders each morning between 8 and 9.

I am used to birds having at the feeders on a much lengthier basis. These birds seem to have simply added my offerings to their busy schedule of flying from one feeding station to the other. This is a good thing, because the more feeding stations, the more birds will come to the area.

Settling in

My new, big, rambling house in Frankfort dwarfs my old home in Waldo and it has taken me a long time to get used to all the extra space. But new rugs and new furniture have helped to fill in the blanks and finally, the place feels like home.

Besides that, the people in Frankfort have proved a friendly, helpful and welcoming group. Moving, for me, was always kind of traumatic in the past. But this move was the opposite, because of the welcoming community. Already, I have made a slew of new friends.

Also, being pastor of the Frankfort Congregational Church is a great honor and I am happy as can be in my new job. It is a loving and caring congregation and my friends who have visited on different Sundays have remarked on that.

Weekly quote

Old English motto: “The blackest month of all the year is the month of Janiveer.”