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Well, hello there…

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I spied someone on the deck railing recently, and as you can see… the royal feline was clueless.

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The someone was a juvenile Coopers Hawk.

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There’s good hunting under our bird feeders and this beauty was seriously interested.

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After ten minutes of me taking pictures and saying hey, there’s a big bird outside…

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His Lordship caught on.

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Hullo gawgeous!

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Raptors are fascinating creatures.

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And seeing one this close is a special experience.

❤️

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Man vs tree (s).

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On an overcast and dreary day, my husband went out back to battle the trees.

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If you remember, we planted 6 trees in the north forty 2 years ago. Four maples and two cherries. The maples are thriving, the cherries are dead… thanks in no small part to the deer who apparently see cherry wood and think “snack time”!

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Dry and brittle, my husband thought it would be a simple thing to rip them out of the ground.

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He was mistaken.

Our miserable backyard clay was not letting go.

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He pulled, he tugged, he dug, and finally resorted to sawing them down.

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Take that you stubborn dead tree.

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Healthy maple tree on the right.

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Dead cherry #2.

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Just as difficult to remove as #1.

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A hard fought battle.

But he was victorious .

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Twice the work, none of the fun.

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I lost track of the husband the other day and found him outside, in the process of moving stone.

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This is the stone veneer he had the delivery driver drop at the far end of our property instead of closer to the front porch of the house as it should have been.

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I suggested loading it in the truck and driving it over to the garage in sections to save time (not to mention his back) but as usual, he wanted to do it the hard way and moved it piece by heavy *ss piece to the barn porch so it would be off his lawn.

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While he hauled stone?

I picked up the styrofoam, cardboard and straps it was packaged in.

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And there was a lot of that.

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55 sections of stone, roughly 20 pounds each. Back and forth across the lawn… for hours, in the afternoon sun.

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Did I mention my husband is 77 years old?

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I swear the man is a marvel.

He never quits.

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Now I just have to hope the barn porch doesn’t collapse from the weight before he can move it over to the house…

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