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Someone is in desperate need of an 18 hour….

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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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Up close baby chucker.

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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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More blooming things.

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Lilacs.

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From a scent perspective they’re hard to beat.

We have two giant bushes on the edge of our property that were planted by the original owners in the mid seventies.

One is dark purple.

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One is white.

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So of course my favorite color is the pale lavender that we didn’t have.

But my girlfriend did and about ten years ago she gave me some of hers.

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That’s it in the foreground next to our old ones.

Alive, but not in any hurry to grow.

At this rate I’ll be dead before it blooms…

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A new feathered visitor.

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We had a new guest at Casa River yesterday.

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Running up and down the driveway at lightning speed.

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They’re cute little fellows we rarely see on our property.

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A shorebird who often nests alongside fields..

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The killdeer emits a shrill shriek of a call and is famous for pretending to have a broken wing and luring predators away from its nest with its supposed injury.

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Cute.

And smart.

Not to mention fast.

❤️

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If the man doesn’t have a project, he’s not happy.

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Working with our contractor has ended for now but will resume in a week or two. And God forbid my retired husband should enjoy himself and do something fun. No…

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He’s decided to lay perforated drainage pipe.

You know, the one I told him to lay last year when he installed that drainage box.

Ever since we had the driveway redone last year water has been funneling down to our kitchen landing/porch and in heavy rain we step outside to a river.

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The catch basin was a good idea, but the husband poo poo’d the extra effort involved in laying pipe saying it wasn’t necessary.

Guess what?

It was.

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So today…

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Trench work began.

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With some help from his cousin.

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Rock and clay don’t make it easy.

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