They’re Baaaack!

For the past five years, we have had a pair of mallard ducks fly in to visit with us during the spring and summer.  They usually spend most of their time under the bird feeders and around the crepe myrtles where my husband tosses out extra bird feed, corn, sunflower seeds, and peanuts each day.  We found that the birds, squirrels, rabbits, and ducks enjoy them all.  In addition to sharing meals with us, Mr. and Mrs. Duck also like to swim in the pool.  However, I’m not very fond of this practice as I don’t like finding duck poop in the pool!

Last year, Tucker was terrified of the ducks.  Weighing in at twenty-eight pounds and being all of eight weeks old, he quickly realized that he was no match for them.  He stayed on the other side of the yard and merely watched them go about their daily business of feeding and swimming.  He definitely wasn’t pleased that they were in his yard, but what was a small guy to do? 

This year things have changed quite a bit.  Tipping the scales at a little over one hundred pounds and almost a year old, Tucker is no longer intimidated by the ducks.  He charges out the back door at full speed, heading for the feeding area.  If he doesn’t find them there, he charges to the pool to see if that’s where they’re hiding.  He’s so quick that he can almost catch them before they fly off.  I’m not sure what’s going to happen if he really is able to grab one as they are some pretty big birds!

Blog Assignment 12 – Think back to a time when you were little and afraid.  What were you afraid of?  What did you do to conquer your fear, or were you able to?  Write your answer in good paragraph form with plenty of details.

Rainbows, Gold, and Little Tiny Men

Everybody loves St. Patrick’s Day and not just because you’re allowed to pinch people who don’t wear green.  In fact, that part of the holiday should be abolished.  Too many people take advantage of it and try to hurt others.  However, that’s not what I really wanted to discuss today.  I, personally, have always been infatuated with the idea that there are little men out there who live at the end of the rainbow and own pots of gold, all for the taking.  In this day and time with the price of gas going sky high, who wouldn’t like their own pot of gold!  Legend says that all you have to do is catch the little guy and the gold is yours.  What if you did catch a leprechaun, and then you found there was a twist to the legend.  The gold became yours, but you couldn’t keep it.  You had to find someone to give it to, someone who really needed it.

Blog Assignment 11:  You have captured a leprechaun and claimed his pot of gold.  Now you have one day to decide who to give it to.  The person who receives it from you must need.  Who would you choose, why would you give it to him/her, and what would he/she use the money for?  Your answer should be written as a good paragraph, about 8 sentences long.  Be sure to answer all of the questions in your paragraph.  May the luck of the Irish be with you!

Ouch, Mrs. Palmer Lied to Me!

When Mrs. Palmer had her surgery she told me not to worry.  She said it was much easier than her appendectomy (she had her appendix removed).  So I just assumed everything would be fine – I’d go in, have surgery, come home, and that would be that.  Right? Wrong!  She neglected to tell me that even though it might be better than having your appendix removed, it would still feel like you had been hit by a speeding car!  The only good thing is that every day it hurts less and less, and it’s much easier to get up and move around.  I’m actually looking forward to being able to do some things for myself and not feeling guilty about it. 

I’m not able to get out and walk Tucker any, and that is very hard.  I’m allowed to walk around the house as often as I want.  Whoopee!  I usually start from the bedroom, walk down the hall, turn left, cut through the living room, head into the dining room, turn right into the kitchen, head through the den, and back down the hall.  I guess it’s a good thing that several of the rooms are arranged in a circle.  As I make my way through the house, I decide it is time to pick out my favorite room.  I really do like my bedroom because that’s where the computer is.  My kitchen is pretty neat, too, because I can sit at the table and look out into the back yard and watch Tucker, the birds, and the rabbits.  However, if I had to pick my favorite room, I think it would be the living room, even though I probably use it less than any other except the dining room.

The living room faces south, and is always flooded with sunlight; there are two floor to ceiling high windows in it.  The room itself is not really that large.  There are a couch and a chair in it, and it also holds a small table that my grandfather bought my grandmother when they were first married.  There are two additional pieces of furniture (a bookcase and a dry sink) that my dad built for me.  The couch and chair are dark green, burgundy, and gold and comfy enough to curl up in and read.  That’s what I like best.  It’s the one room in the house where I can go to be alone and still be surrounded by things that remind me of those I love.  When the rest of the house gets crazy, I can sit in the living room and read.  Everyone knows where I am, but no one bothers me unless there is some huge crisis, except for Tucker, and everything is a crisis for him!

Blog Assignment 10 – Which room in your house is your favorite room?  Describe it so that someone can see in his/her mind what it looks like.  What do you do there that makes it special?  Your answer should be 8 – 10 sentences long.