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https://www.boothbayregister.com/article/fruit-loving-woodpeckers/20046 observation of woodpecker eating fruit includes glimpse of one bird putting fruit into a tree hole for pecking and nourishment.

When Your Stomach Would Eat You Alive — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — Your stomach works in a place no one would willingly step into. The acid inside it can break down metal in controlled lab tests — the sort of strength that would ruin almost anything else in your body. Yet it doesn’t ruin you. It doesn’t eat through your own tissues. It doesn’t burn a hole straight through your life. Why? Because the lining on the inside of your stomach is replaced every few days. The old cells are sacrificed and swept away, and new ones rise from deep in the gastric glands to take their place. That cycle never stops. If it did, even for a short while, the acid would begin carving into the tissue beneath it. Ulcers form when that balance falters; healing returns only when the rhythm is restored. Renewal is the only reason survival is possible in such a harsh environment. And when you sit with that for a moment — that your own body quietly rebuilds itself right where the conditions are most hostile — something deeper comes into view. Jehovah didn’t design you to be fragile at every point. He safeguarded even the places you never think about. You sleep, eat, laugh, serve, and your stomach lining dies and rises again without you ever noticing. A small, constant act of care hidden in the dark, whispered into the fabric of your biology. It’s hard not to feel gratitude when you realize how many quiet mercies carry you through an ordinary day. Tags: physiology, design, renewal, gratitude.

have found when unpacking they are fiddly to deal with and once you have undone the paper wrapper, they can easly get mixed up with the other mini tracts. As a result to keep them them in order and neat we have bought 3 plastic boxes which keep three of mini tracts

so the mini tracts have arrived and put on the display unit

No one is singing ecstatically W X P Z I

What wonderful talks at the Galaad graduation! I understand why Brother Flodin spoke of spiritual gems. One beautiful phrase that stuck with me was, “A faithful servant is a sight that Jehovah never tires of seeing.” There is a talk, “Will you be a difference maker?”, which talks about the Great Crowd that no one can count. Brother Banks seems to take it literally. Was that the point? If so, I wonder why we can't count this great crowd, since we're always reports? Is it because at that point of the last days, the numerical report loses its relevance, or because events will unfold so quickly that the report will not be completed in time? And also, if Jehovah and Jesus are not involved in the matter, how will the elders be able to manage all these people who are gathering and joining the crowd that we now form?

‐ “Some places have none”: Geographic absence is true for some habitats (e.g., treeless regions). “They also drum on other things like poles”: True. Woodpeckers drum on resonant surfaces (trees, utility poles, metal surfaces) as a territorial or mating display. I could not find any references of a tree that grows its fruit on the inside . . . And nothing about Woodpecker pecking on trees for fruit. Only Acorn Woodpeckers peck holes in trees specifically to store nuts. Other woodpecker species do not use trees as granaries — they drill mainly for insects, larvae, or sap.

YSION Young sisters insist on noiselessness. NOISE

It may not seem like it but, this game started in 2020 and has now been going for over 5 years.

Try hearing in noisy garage Y S I O N

I know of a couple in NY. The husband knocked on the door and did the intros: "This is my knife (for wife.) Same difference.

Woodpeckers drill large round holes, sapsuckers drill rows of small holes.

Woodpeckers peck on trees for the innards like bugs and fruit, are somewhat endangered, and some places have none; they also drum on other things like poles. Woody woodpecker has been around since 1941 by Walter Lantz (not Disney.)

Half of us saw every thing

overused: "at the end of the day." annoying: "I'm gonna say." (just say it. ); I'm not gonna lie (Who asked you to?)

Me too. Afraid to go outside and face first big snowstorm.

away with it.

Health is something we try to cling onto, as age, circumstance and fragility start to wear it away.

May we have many such foregleams in the difficult days ahead. Thanks again, David.

With no questions being asked and the encouragement to start 'publishing' right away could lead to embarrassing door-front situations. Nobody told my father he couldn't smoke at the door during a witnessing session (some witnesses still smoked then). The householder was startled when a witness lit up a cigarette during a sermon. My father quit smoking that morning when he found out, back at the car with a brief discussion. Another brother was taking turns with a new publisher (a sister who had studied for a couple of months). The householder said, "I can't understand why you people don't believe the Trinity!" Before the brother could answer, the new publisher said, "Yeah, I've been wondering about that myself."...🙄

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Thank you so much! Can you help me to find please?

If he is an anointed brother with a heavenly hope, and meets the other requirements, then he could be appointed. In the 1970s, there was a maximum of 18 brothers on the Governing Body, so if Brother Peter Price is appointed, there would be 12 brothers. According to the publications, there is no limit on the number of brothers on the Governing Body.

The one "standard" that I recall from the early 1950s was the required ability to call on homes "by yourself". Even our 1950s films show two sisters going door-to-door and the narrator explains that the new one is being trained but soon she will be taking the doors by herself. It was a tough situation for a little kid like me. Since 1953, I had been going with my father to had out invitations and handbills and reading a scripture for him at the door. But I was not counted as a 'publisher' until a young special-pioneer brother took me (a little kid from the 4th grade) out with him, had me practice giving my presentation and then sent me to the door by myself. He stood out on the sidewalk by the road, pointed me down the walkway to the front door of the house and gave me a gentle push to get me going. That was 1957. After that presentation they started counting me as a publisher. April next year will finish 69 years as a publisher...♥️