Big Village Day…

Yup!
Yup!

I have decided to take the camera with me today to the Big Village. I will try to get some photos of where I go to shop. The Big Village has literally everything you would need, except McDonald’s and that we do not need!

We will see what I get for pictures…

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Boza and I walked twice this morning, once to check the wells and they will wait until tomorrow to be filled and second time to see our friends in the valley…

Ralph the Raven was playing with Boza and George the Birdbrain was singing from the power lines, near the dam. All was good until a couple of new friends showed up. Of course I never have a camera when I need it. Henrietta and Harry the Hawks came to say hi! Ralph had a heart attack, George was peeking out from the pine trees and Boza was confused as to why his friends left…

Therefore, It became very quiet, for the Herons and all else decided life was better somewhere else. But I stood and watched and listened. Henrietta was on one telephone pole top and Harry on the next one and they made faint shrills at each other and for the first time, I heard clicking noises. I stood silently and Boza being a good boy, stood with me and we listened…

I imagined the conversation was some like; I will take the big bear and you get to eat the dog! But most likely it was something like; Hey baby, I love you! For the sounds were quiet and cooing like…

They are a couple and I must set up shop early one morning at my bench in the valley and try to get some good pictures of them…

So we have a regular set of new visitors, who greet us every morning in the fog that is prevalent now…

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I met a friend this morning walking and he was going fishing. It looks like I am starting to get the fishing bug and may need to get a pole. It seems the river is teeming with some really good eating fish. They are a perch of some type and the meat is tender, white and delicious…

Guess I gotta check into starting fishing again…

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So, off to the Big Village today…

WtR

About Кайл Китон

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...Кайл Китон