Well spank me twice and call me Hobby!

I thought he was dead. Along with his right leg, I thought Hobby was down in Davy Jones locker, or whoever has a locker in a freshwater river. The last time Hobby visited was in August. Jill (my friend) and I had a good laugh watching him trying to scratch behind his right ear. His little stump was going a mile a minute, but no relief. We shouldn’t have laughed. Maybe that’s why he stayed away so long.

Welcome back Hobby!

Obviously feeling better about himself, he came hoping onto the beach, all fat and beautiful in his mallard colors. I couldn’t have been happier if Johnny Depp had hopped up my beach (ok, I might have been a little happier). It’s times like these when Chris pulls the blanket over his head and pretends to be asleep.

Keeping the feathers well oiled.

Way to go Hobbs. Blessed be :}

About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm a single mother with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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