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

Wilbur the Woodpecker…

I took a picture of our new finished gate this morning. Then I heard a knocking noise. Boza ran to see what was up…

We found Wilbur the Woodpecker (yes I name all my buddies) and he was busy as a bee. He likes eating our bugs in the trees and old fence posts and he let me get some images of him for once. He likes our yard and usually runs away real fast, so I never get pictures of him…

Wilbur has a good home….Thanks Wilbur for hanging around…

So I took his picture and sat and listened to him do his job of getting the bugs in the apple trees…

Have a nice day…

WtR

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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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