Re: Fae blood
Now this would be something I'd have to look into. Here's the evidence I present on the question Is my father potentially fae blooded?
One: The man doesn't have a green thumb, he just IS green. Per example, we live in the desert, and yet my father grows strawberries, grapes, grass, roses, honeysuckle, oak trees, apple trees, peach trees and clover. Clover. My parents' property looks like a national forest preserve. Houseplants bloom outrageously, and when he pulled a handful of weeds in my brother's backyard, bored on a visit to Lubbock, TX, my brother called a week later in a red rage. Turns out, in Shane's dirt-covered backyard, there were rosebushes. And grass. And a tree. None of which Shane knew about- despite having tried to garden for three months- until Daddy got bored and pulled weeds.
Two: Animals adore him. I have seen cottontails sit by his chair when he's in the yard, and hummingbirds (yes plural; it's happened more than once) perch on his coffee cup. This is the man who got up at 4:30 a.m. every day for six months to spoon-feed our ancient guinea pig. She'd only eat for him. Daddy has had hawks, owls, falcons, ground squirrels, groundhogs, sugar gliders, every non-exotic snake you can imagine, and rattlesnakes. All of these died after years of fat, healthy life.
Three: He can move silently over any natural surface. Snow, dried pine needles, rocks, loose sand, dry leaves, grass... No one in my family has ever heard my father make a sound when he's just walking around outside, watering the plants. Ever.
Four: He has the internal compass of a wolf. In forest, mountain, desert, he always knows exactly what direction he's going. (We tested it with a compass during one snake-hunting trip. He was never off.) The man moves like he has a map glued to the back of his eyelids.
Five: Daddy has always sought jobs with massive amounts of outdoor work. Even when he was unemployed- and the guy who got him fired better pray I never get the flaming sword and smiting power of archangels- and had to work at Wal-Mart, he worked in the garden centre. (Believe me, everyone was commenting on how wonderful the plants looked while he was there.) The one time he was promoted to a plain office job, he became very sick.
Six: Although Daddy is 6'4", 250 lbs, bears a creepy resemblence to Stone Cold Steve Austin, and has the facial expression of an Easter Island head, he exudes a sense of utter calm and self-sufficiency. He got a high school degree, and then set about becoming one of the most respected herpetologists in his field. He's been published six times, is writing a book and has contacts globally. We have over 200 rattlesnakes that he cares for, and he's spent thousands of hours in the field, live-capturing, studying and researching the Banded Rock Rattlesnake. Why? Because Daddy said the Crotalus lepidus klauberi was the prettiest snake he'd ever seen.
...okay, now tell me all of that, taken together, isn't just a wee bit suspicious? My entire family line- on both sides- comes from England, Ireland and Scotland, with a single strain of Cherokee on Daddy's side- and Dad is the only one who exhibits all of these traits. (My mother kills plants as quickly as my father saves them, and my brother is a decent gardener. I have the animal affinity down pat.) So...opinions, anyone?
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