This is how I felt after my first week back to work. The stamina is still lacking.
This birdfeeder is the best. All the squirrels and chipmunks hate the thing since they haven’t once been able to rob it. The feeder was purchased at the Tractor Supply Store and was reasonably priced. It was a Christmas gift given to my DH. He loves it! When and if, a squirrel or chipmunk makes it to the perch, their weight causes the spring controlled cover to close making the food inaccessible. The roof, itself, keeps them at bay.
Last year we used a conventional feeder. No matter what we did, we couldn’t stop those critters from taking all the seed. The older dog didn’t help matters. She won’t chase them. Apparently they are her friends. Every time we would try to shoo them away from the feeder she would take to barking at us, not the pesky rodents.
Keelaa, on the other hand, loves to chase those squirrels and chipmunks. She’s pretty fast too. One day she managed to run up the hill before the squirrel and was waiting for it. I guess that critter was in a bit of shock to find a little dog waiting for it. That squirrel ran up the nearest tree, complaining the whole time.
Knowing something that is about to happen can be sort of freaky. But what if you did this all the time? Like when Melvin drove that old truck of his out across the pasture. He didn’t think anything of it. He’d done it time and time again to pick up the hay in the field. On this day, he had to hurry. A storm was brewing, the winds were picking up fast. Last thing he wanted was the hay to get wet.
A crack of thunder sounded off in the distance. He was sure he had enough time. Three more rows of bales and he’d be done. Just when he tossed the last one in the back, another crack sounded. This time it was much closer.
The frogs were out. An odd night for them to litter the field. They squished under the tires of the truck while he drove down the rutted dirt road. A flash of light lit up the dark sky. Black clouds billowed overhead. Melvin had that feeling again. Like he’d been here, done this. He slammed on the breaks for no apparent reason, or so he thought.
Twenty feet in front of him, a bolt of lightning struck a tree, snapping it in two. Had he not stopped when he did, he and his ugly red dented truck would have been flatter than a junk that’s been in a car crusher. He may have lost a day in his life by knowing his future, but did he actually lose a life? Instead, he merely exchanged one day for another.
By the way, the hay did get wet. But that story is for another day.
This photo was taken last summer by my DH. He has gotten pretty handy with the camera. It is the closest we have to the rule of thirds, and is the one and only monarch butterfly we saw that year. For some reason they have become scarce in New Hampshire over the past couple of years. He had to take the picture to prove that we actually saw one.
Have you ever had one of those days where you played and played all day long. Then you stop as though you just hit a brick wall and couldn’t keep your eyes open? Keelaa had a day like that when she met our granddaughter for the first time. They played and then she played with the kitten only to overcome with exhaustion.
She was down for the count.
I took this photo last summer while on my first surf casting trip. The only one to catch a fish that day was me, an ugly monk fish, that I was glad to toss back. The thing had two sets of teeth and it was pretty spiney and the color of mud.