Self-published book: Olga's Song--a work in progress
I am indebted to long-time friend Clive Leeman
for invaluable editing and proofreading help.
Clive's e-mail address is: Abantu@aol.com
for invaluable editing and proofreading help.
Clive's e-mail address is: Abantu@aol.com
OLGA'S SONG
Maps of Spring and Fall Migration
of Hooded and Bullock's Orioles and Black-Headed Grosbeaks that came and left from Billie Berri's property
copyright 1998 and 2005 by Jon Dieges
of Hooded and Bullock's Orioles and Black-Headed Grosbeaks that came and left from Billie Berri's property
copyright 1998 and 2005 by Jon Dieges
This is Olga, a female Hooded Oriole, and the central character of this story. Please note the scar on her forehead at the
attachment of her beak on her right. This scar is the only physical evidence of an incident during her Spring 1980
migration to Ojai that Billie perceived through Remote Viewing. One early morning Billie bolted awake, saying to herself,
"Olga's been hurt!" I was so convinced of the actuality of the apparent collision of the bird with a sharp thorn of some kind
that I drove all the way to Chino and reconstructed Olga's path from Billie's directions. She was able to recall where Olga
had been immediately before and after the accident. When I thought I had found the spot I took several photographs but
was unable to decide definitely whether it was a jagged piece of chain link fence Olga had run into or a thorn of some
espaliered rose bushes. There was a hummingbird feeder across the street from one of these, so we theorized that Olga was
momentarily distracted making a bee-line for the feeder and missed seeing the thorns, the collision with which knocked her
to the ground and left her dazed for minutes, according to Billie's telepathic impression of the event.
attachment of her beak on her right. This scar is the only physical evidence of an incident during her Spring 1980
migration to Ojai that Billie perceived through Remote Viewing. One early morning Billie bolted awake, saying to herself,
"Olga's been hurt!" I was so convinced of the actuality of the apparent collision of the bird with a sharp thorn of some kind
that I drove all the way to Chino and reconstructed Olga's path from Billie's directions. She was able to recall where Olga
had been immediately before and after the accident. When I thought I had found the spot I took several photographs but
was unable to decide definitely whether it was a jagged piece of chain link fence Olga had run into or a thorn of some
espaliered rose bushes. There was a hummingbird feeder across the street from one of these, so we theorized that Olga was
momentarily distracted making a bee-line for the feeder and missed seeing the thorns, the collision with which knocked her
to the ground and left her dazed for minutes, according to Billie's telepathic impression of the event.
Baby (fledgling) Olga sitting on Billie's right hand being photographed by Jon the summer of 1972
One of the many signs Billie put on her feeder before the orioles and grosbeaks returned each
Spring. This stunning adult male Hooded Oriole was one of Olga's sons. Olga's mate for life died
sometime in July of 1982 at what Billie referred to as the "secret" spring, apparently some natural
and beneficial source of water the orioles liked to visit which had no commercial value to the
owner's of the property where it was located, somewhere to the immediate east of Billie's
homestead. "Wheeyous" was Billie's pet name for Black-headed Grosbeaks because the babies
made that sound when begging for food from their parents
Spring. This stunning adult male Hooded Oriole was one of Olga's sons. Olga's mate for life died
sometime in July of 1982 at what Billie referred to as the "secret" spring, apparently some natural
and beneficial source of water the orioles liked to visit which had no commercial value to the
owner's of the property where it was located, somewhere to the immediate east of Billie's
homestead. "Wheeyous" was Billie's pet name for Black-headed Grosbeaks because the babies
made that sound when begging for food from their parents