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Poor Momma Chuck has her hands paws full with five babies.
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Teaching them to be self sufficient and take advantage of the daily buffet we lay out is exhausting.
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More often than not she beats them to it and gobbles everything up before they wander over.
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Momma needs nourishment and strength.
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As well as a decent support bra.
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What does she think of the local paparazzi?
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This.
🤣
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It seems my husband misjudged how much pea gravel he would need.
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4 yards was ordered and roughly two was used.
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The poor man loaded and dumped and spread for days.
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I honestly don’t know where he gets the energy or how he has the stamina at his age.
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I’m 16 years younger and it wears me out just watching.
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Viola!
Level ground… even though it may not look like it in the photo.
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Of course now there’s the question of what to do with the rest of the fill pile that wasn’t needed.
It’s way over here…
So maybe we’ll worry about that tomorrow.
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Do you like gathering friends and family for a good old fashioned game night? Board games, card games, games of skill, games of chance … it doesn’t matter, they’re all fun.
And the best part? You can still take part even after you’re dead.
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Brilliant!
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a daddy’s boy. Oh, he tolerates me because I’m the opener of cans and the sifter of poop but it’s my husband he follows from room to room and sleeps with at night. This allegiance also holds sway over freshly folded laundry.
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He curls up on my husband’s.
Never mine.
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A new Sopranos series?
I’m in!
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I can honestly say I’ve never wanted to play ball more in my life.
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#1 mistake?
Eating it. 🤢
(Sorry Mark)
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Momma Chuck is bringing her young ones out from under the barn on daily foraging trips.
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So naturally I sit on the barn porch and entice them with apple chunks.
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One brave little fella gets closer than the rest.
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He’s so sweet!
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Yes, they’re flower munching machines…
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But they’re also too cute to stay angry at for long.
💕
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The wheel barrow dumping of fill continues…
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With an extremely unsecured ramp of random wood pieces.
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And as you can see,
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Hedges and rhododendron have been butchered to allow access.
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Sigh.
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The fill is heavy, the boards are narrow.
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And the noise ?
Like fingernails on a chalkboard all day long.
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😳
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It’s as easy as answering a question.
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Thinking about my answer to this question, I realize I’ve lead a charmed life.
My childhood was innocent and idyllic with two loving and supportive parents.
My adolescence was a little wild, but I always knew right from wrong and when too much was too much.
My married life started at age 20 and continues 40 years later, well loved and well cared for.
I have never been to war, been assaulted or been in a bad car accident. I have never had serious physical health issues and my mental state is stable. (Though some might disagree)
Mortal danger?
The closest I can come is being stuck in river mud up to my chest when I was 10 years old. I crossed what I thought was a dry creek bed when my mother wasn’t looking and got seriously stuck. Every time I tried to move I sunk further down and my mother… ever useless in a crisis… just screamed hysterically from the bank. Thankfully some local college guys came to my rescue with picnic blankets tied together like rope. I remember being freaked out, not to mention filthy… but mortal danger might be stretching it.
Of course my husband drives like a raped ape and some say I take my life in my hands every time I get in his car… so there is that.
How about you?
How close have you come to mortal danger.
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My first baby chucker count was off by two. There are five baby chuckers and my flower gardens are doomed.
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I try to make friends by sitting on the barn porch and giving them apples.
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I do this so they’ll leave my carefully tended blooms alone.
Sometimes it works, other times I’m left with a bed of bare twigs.
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It seems there’s always one brave little fella in every litter… the one who edges closer and checks me out more thoroughly.
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Yes, they munch my flowers.
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But damn, they’re cute.
❤️
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My husband had 4 yards of pea gravel delivered. And because he didn’t want to ruin the lawn or the new driveway, it was dropped at the outer reaches of our property.
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Good for the lawn, but bad for his back.
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He built a little ramp.
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And proceeded to haul small loads back and forth…
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All day long.
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Dumping them under the torn off porch…
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To try and level things out.
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It may not look like a long way, but when you’re his age? Trust me, it feels like a mile.
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Wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow.
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Dumped and spread.
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It’s hard to tell in the pictures but the difference in land height from right to left is a foot.
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Here, left to right.
And filling in 12 inches of a 30 foot span?
Is more than a one day job.
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I found a few more of these adorable drawings..
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So you know I have to share.
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These dogs have the most beautifully expressive faces.
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I just melt.
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And smile…
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💕
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The husband and I planted three flowering cherry trees last year.
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Two of them were eaten and absolutely destroyed by deer over the winter.
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This one, planted closer to our house survived… even if it is looking a little spindly.
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River's world..... 