One, if she figures out that the snowblower has gears. Yup, I’ve used my second-hand snowblower twice and never knew it had gears. Third time is the charm. All it took was slipping onto my face. While lying on the driveway, I happened to glance at the front of the blower. Really! Not only are there 3 gears but reverse is there too! The first time I used the blower I spent more time on my knees than on my feet, my UGGs slipping everytime I tried pulling the blower backwards. I couldn’t figure out why my neighbors were all zipping up and down their driveways with their snowblowers, while I struggled with mine. Who knew? In my defense I’ve never owned a snowblower. Also, I’ve never stood in front of the blower, just in back to push. Really, really hard! Okay, I admit this a pretty weak defense but it’s all I’ve got. Well, that and a sore arse!
The saga of the Bald Eagle and the Mallards continues. She/he is still hunting along the river. Why not, when there are so many fat ducks to choose from.
As the eagle flies overhead, the ducks take to the water, their quacks becoming deep and guttural. I’m not thrilled about another duck being served-up for lunch, but the eagle has to eat too! Perhaps I could interest it in some day old bread.
In closing, my corner of the river is fast becoming a Wild Kingdom episode. Ducks, eagles, and the circle of life. It’s all good. Blessed be ;}