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Small town fun

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Our little town has an annual community celebration and more often than not we don’t go. But after a year of hermit like Covid living, travel plan cancellations and avoiding large indoor crowds… an outdoor festival seemed perfect.

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There was live music.

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And the prerequisite ugly craft displays. Bird baths made from repurposed antique glass? I’m picturing myself scrubbing the poo out of all those grooves. Hard pass.

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The husband lost me for a half hour at the library book sale. A dollar a book and we had to make two trips to the car.

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There was a tiny petting zoo.

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With bad hair day inhabitants.

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We bought ducks for the derby.

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But our sorry ass quacks were almost dead last.

To be continued….

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Random drivel

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Because I never run out of drivel.

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I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess most of those voters were male.

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I followed this truck the other day and it made me smile. The Russians are coming? As long as they bring vodka and pelmeni I’m probably alright with that.

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O. M. G.

I may never go in my closet after dark again….

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I bought quack snacks for our visiting pair of mallards. I bought two bags because I’m a generous duck loving person.

Did the ducks appreciate my effort and generosity? They most certainly did not. And refused to eat one single lousy bite.

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Ungrateful little bastards.

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Ducks

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Our resident mallard is really into his food.

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And yes, I meant that literally.

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The rival males still show up now and then.

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But our female has made her choice and they end up wandering around aimlessly…. as single men are apt to do.

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Standoffs with the woodchuck are still a thing.

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And the male mallard is showing some battle scars on his breast.

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But this day they were victorious…. and took a load off next to the spoils.

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Disturbing duck facts added for dramatic ending.

You’re welcome.

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A duck rumble

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Our pair of visiting mallards is so cute. The male follows the female around the yard like a lost puppy and sits patiently while she nibbles.

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But then….

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Two rival males arrived.

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He chased them, he flew at them, he put his head down and charged them but nothing worked.

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They just kept moving closer.

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Right after I took this picture he went full ninja duck on their ass and finally drove them off. The Mrs? She was not impressed and simply kept eating.

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Ducks vs woodchuck

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The bowl of deer grain is popular, with everyone but the deer for whom it is intended.

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Our resident woodchuck, (named Chuck because we’re creative that way) loves it…

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But so do our new friends the ducks.

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It’s first come first serve at Casa River, and no matter how much posturing and maneuvering the waterfowl did…

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Chuck reigned supreme.

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And even barked at them when they got too close. I’ve been known to do the same around my margaritas, so I don’t judge.

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When you have way too much time on your hands…

 

I saw an article the other day about all the amazing things people are doing with the spare time the pandemic shutdowns are providing them.

Some were worth while.

Others?

You decide.

 

 

Did Rufus McToofus need his very own adirondack chair to celebrate accordingly?

Probably not.

 

 

 

 

That’s so special it hurts.

 

 

Just…. wow.

What do you suppose those ducks are posting on social media? Can someone please investigate and report back. I’d hate for those ducks to have a more interesting blog than mine.

 

 

Finally….

A worthy use of time.

Ducks

 

I have no idea why we have a pair of visiting Mallard ducks this year…

 

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But like all the other critters who venture in….. they’re welcome.

 

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Though the drake’s table manners leave a little to be desired.

 

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Is standing in the dish of deer grain really necessary?

 

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Other times he’s a bit like Caligula.

 

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And eats lying down.

 

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Ducks.

I hope they remember how nice we are to them.

 

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Ducks… and a deer.

 

We now have daily duck visitors.

A pair of mallards who make me smile and cut grapes in half. It’s the best food for ducks…. though they prefer to nibble on deer grain.

They’re here off and on all day but make a point of showing up about 4:00pm when I put out the nightly treats for the deer.

You would think the considerably larger deer would scare them off.

 

 

But in actuality, it’s the opposite.

 

 

The deer is frightened of the ducks and makes sure to eat on the opposite side.

 

 

Keeping one eye on those terrifying birds the whole time.

 

I love my town…. Part 7.

 

It’s time to take a look at my local Facebook page again.

And when I did, I realized how critter-centric it’s been lately.

 

 

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Goats were on the loose again.

 

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And apparently craving pumpkin pie.

 

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This was a bit disturbing.

It’s not often someone is actively seeking deer guts, even around here.

 

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Makes you wonder what this poor guy did.

“…for whatever purpose you would like.” probably doesn’t bode well for that bird.

 

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And speaking of Sunday dinner –

 

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As much as I’d like to come home to a nice meal, the thought of letting a stranger into my kitchen to cook seems a bit odd.

They might find that fuzzy, 11 month old spear of asparagus that got pushed to the back of the fridge… and that’s bound to be embarrassing.

And lastly, there was some news on the crime beat.

 

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Duck theft.

Because sometimes people can’t help themselves.

 

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