Photos of Russian village (06-25-2014) and a story…

I am lazy today, actually I worked too hard yesterday and ended up having to take nitro for the heart late in the day. I am stupid at times and I know this, but that does not matter to my pea brain and I over do it at times. Yesterday was one of those times…

Therefore, today lets look at some pictures above that I took while walking around the village…

Now how about a short story?

There are times I wish that I could record what I visually see and one day we most likely will be doing just that. But for now a story is all I have and this is the story, that happened a week ago…

Boza thinks he is a great hunter, so when he spooked a teenage duck out of the cat tails along the lake edge, he was in heaven…

I was standing along the road to the village, when this happened and for 5 minutes, a dance between a teenage duck, who could fly, but was not that good yet and a dog who wanted to fly, to catch this quacking, low flying and crazy duck…

The duck quacking like crazy would fly over the lake and Boza would run into the water. Then the duck would fly back over land and Boza would run and leap for all he was worth. Back and forth they went, Boza running for all it was worth and a duck flying out over the water and back to the land…

I realized that the duck could not figure out how to land and every time he tried, with the quacking help of his mom and dad, plus siblings, he would see this energetic, bouncing dog trying to catch this quacking, flapping animal that flew…

I could hear something being quacked from dad duck that sounded like, “Jr. get your butt in these weeds, that dog is too stupid to get you here!”

He was right of course, but Jr. could only see a bouncing dog animal, that wanted to play (or eat him?)…

Finally the teenage duck crash landed into the reeds and as Boza looked frantically for his new friend, they swam away, across the lake to safer territory…

(I swear I saw the teenage duck, looking over his shoulder in terror as they swam slowly away!)

Since then Boza runs back to the same spot everyday and looks for his friend, but alas his friend has not come back…

I laughed so hard and wish that I had a movie camera set up. Boza was in grass so deep, he would disappear and then he would become visible as he would spring into the air. Then he would disappear in the grass and farther along his path, he would appear again, as he tried to catch the duck. The duck knew this animal was there and the duck could only get so high from the ground and so being a new flyer, Boza actually had a sprinkling of a chance to catch him…

Now knowing Boza, he would be stunned if he did catch him and he would have no idea what to do with it, if he did catch it. For Boza is not a mean dog, but he is a great hunter and I watched him hunt the other day… 🙂

Post by Kyle Keeton
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