In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Eagles and our Garden…

In the Tiny Russian Village we are thriving and so are the Eagles…

The eagles were hunting and they floated long enough for me to get at least a few good images. The first is of him looking off in the distance and if you look closely, the next one he is look straight at me, as I snap his picture…

I see you

Hope he was not mad at me! (For being a paparazzi…)

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We have turnips, rutabagas, potatoes, onions, strawberries, tomatoes, garlic and spinach all growing like crazy. Still waiting for carrots (takes awhile,) beets and sweet peas to show…

Boza is being the perfect straw-boss as always… 😉

WtR

About the author

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...

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