Windows to Russia
Last night was a full moon. Now here the sky is bright until very late and I tried out my camera; 1st picture no zoom, 2nd picture 63X zoom and last picture 126X zoom. Just wow is all I can say and it is like looking at the moon with a telescope as I use to do when young. Just wow oh wow…
Click at get full size image; warning they are big…
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…
What do you do with more cherries than even the birds can eat? Why, you eat them right along with the birds, that is what you do…
Next year, I decided to start canning, but this year, I am just going to eat the cherries and allow the little monsters to eat all they can and they do. Mom bird has shown them how and it is helping mother to slow down. I just love my little monster birds and when you have a yard full of the devils, life is perfect. They tell me what to do, where to go and how far. It is so interesting, I will be working away and all of sudden, I feel these eyes on the back of my head. I turn and there is a little bird and as soon as he makes eye contact, he starts screaming and yelling at me, like I am suppose to take care of his wishes, right then and now…
See, little hungry monster baby birds…
I was working on the brush cutter and I heard a squawk almost in my ear. I looked to the right and on the bench next to me is a terrifying monster bird and he was hungry. One more foot and I would be dinner, so I stayed calm and tried to call Boza to save me. 🙂 Boza simply came over and sniffed the bird and then walked away to lay in the grass. Boza left me to my own destiny and to live or die in the hands of that baby bird…
Lucky for me, mother bird called baby bird and after a couple more squawks, he flew away like a wobbly weeble and landed in the lilac trees. I was then safely able to continue my work unhindered and not at all under the fear of monster attack. But I noticed that the little guy kept an evil eye on me, I guess he still wanted to make sure that I was not up to no good or something…
So what do you do?
You enjoy the little tykes and watch then grow, that is what you do… 🙂
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Yesterday was interesting, it must have been a minor holiday for the Orthodox, for there were cars all over the place. Problem was the cars were all Ryazan city people, not village people, thus they had cars that just should not be in a village like ours. We have had tons of rain and the roads are seriously washed out. Serious to foreign made cars with no ground clearance. I watched the chaos for a few minutes and it seemed we had two roads blocked at that point with cars high grounded on the frame. We then had cars backing up and then they started to get stuck and one even backed off into the ditch…
I mumbled something about, “City People!” and found that the Head Monk was here by now. I did my best to communicate with him and basically said, “Ya Volga!” That made my point and in a few minutes with tow cable in hand, Sammy the Volga crawled around all the vehicles stuck and started to pull them back down the hill. Then we were able to push a few out and finally cleared the roads…
Now I have to say something; the Head Monk is a great guy and he worked and worked and worked. I man he dug, pushed, gathered bricks for traction, and took incentive on everything. He really worked at helping and got filthy as he was in his best Monk clothes, with all the bling and even his special hat. He did not care and I was impressed, he did try to be the boss and that is normal from his position, these were his flock you realize, I acted real ignorant, just ignored him and handed him the tow cable and pointed, while I kept the Sammy the Volga pulling cars out. He worked with me perfect and he was very thankful. For his flock, were lame ducks, but they worked at what they were told to do, that showed me that people anywhere are too reliant upon others and or things, are then weak and need more guidance…
I have found working with Russians is a 100 times easier than what I put up with back in the states. America has fallen on its face with the quality of working people…
So what do you do?
You pull cars out with a Volga, for Volga’s are damn tough cars…
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Yesterday, I realized that I understand Russian much better than I can speak it. Vova and I communicate, but he speaks much more than I do and I listen. Then yesterday, I realized that my communication is very basic and even the words I speak, do not relay the message correct, for intonation is everything in the Russian language and while we in the west think we are smart, we say Moscow and in reality is is Москва, (Moskva)! Therefore we westerners say literally everything incorrect…
A term such as vodka said with my accent is unrecognizable to a village Russian. The term voda, means water, and they say it totally different than I pronounce it. Even Vova is pronounced different than what I say, but he likes me calling his name the way I do. It is special for him… (Notice something; voda and vodka – water and alcohol…)
So what do you do?
I must learn to speak Russian better and learn to obtain a better accent and intonations in the correct place…
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What do you do?
You live life to its fullest, help people, learn everyday, read everyday, ask God for help & guidance, eat carefully, speak kindly, rest enough, work hard, build your dreams, care for nature and most of all allow little monster birds to take over your yard and have a dog to protect them…
That is what you do and a bunch more…
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…
Success is measured in Yumminess…
I eat onions twice a day, beet greens daily and I toss carrot greens in with them now. I ate one carrot and it was three inches long and so sweet, like almost candy. The beets are very sweet on the left side (picture wise) of the garden and on the right so so sweet. They are two different types of beets by the way. I weeded the garden today and made a salad for lunch…
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I figured out what is wrong with me and it simply is; I ate too many cherries and currant…
I am diabetic type 2 and sugar is sugar to me. My body reacts to many and all sugars, I just worked too hard and ate too many cherries yesterday, plus I ate a big bowl of currant with milk last night and that milk was even sweet to the taste. Blood sugar this morning is off the scale and I mean off the scale…
Plus to top off the bad, I ate those sasiska pies yesterday and they were deep fried. I just messed myself up all the way yesterday… 🙂
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I need to mow the grass and I need to watch out for the little monster birds…
The little ones above are in the very top of the cherry trees, They just scream bloody murder and tell mom and dad to hurry up. We are hungry!!
I call them, “See No Evil, Hear No Evil and Speak No Evil!”
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I call this next image, “Bouquet of flowers!”
They are just weeds you know?
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This next one is in the river and it is so white, I mean over powering pure white…
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This next one is called, “Life is a flower garden!”
End it with how our roads look; they are flowers and they are everywhere. The ground is in bloom and it is beautiful…
Have a nice day…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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It is cold out this morning, I suspect that for the next week it will be fairly cool. I am on my second cup of coffee and will most likely work inside today. I am simply worn out, but I feel good and want to stay that way. It has been nothing but work, work and more work. Though, I am having the urge to build my bench at my future park today… 🙂 (Maybe tomorrow?)
See the two cut off telephone pole stubs? Between them from outer edge to outer edge is 335 centimeters and I have a heavy plank that will reach from point A to point B and I am going to make a park bench for me and anyone to sit on. I will paint it and then start on the rest of the little park…
Many people going to the monastery go right by this point and they are on foot and many of them are babushkas, while tougher than I am, they still need a place to stop. There also is tons of kids walking with the parents or babushkas and maybe they could have a place to play and parents to sit awhile…
You can see a path in the grass (I am standing on the road.) and that is where Boza and I go to sit. This is a main stopping point of ours and I have taken many pictures of the hawks and eagles from right here. It was interesting this morning, Boza got after me, because I was waving my stick at some little birds on the power lines. They were doing their normal and bird droppings were just too close, to falling on me. I tried to shoo them away and Boza got really upset with me for bothering the little guys. Boza loves nature; well except cats that is and he tolerates them…
Boza the bird protector…
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Vova came down and we had lunch. I had bought some pies from the pie shop and Vova and I shared them. He was happy and he even just drank water today. Then he was looking at our table and benches as he always does, then he grunted and grumbled and said he would be right back. I finished the laundry I was working on, while he went up to his home and after a few choice words, a chainsaw running and a few more choice words he appeared with his homemade wheelbarrow and we went to work…
Boza of course supervised and he does a fine job at that. So in the end, we had something that resembled a picnic table and two benches The table is twice the size of the other one and Vova was acting like he was playing cards to see if it was the right height and size. He seemed satisfied, if I was in America, we would play either Pitch or Poker where I am from, but here in Russia, I do not know what they play…
Have a nice day…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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Well it is official, this morning at 3:00 a.m., Bozo and I started to count little squawking monsters in our yard. We have officially found six nests, a mixture of what looks like, three Song Thrush nests, Two Nightingale nests and one Sparrow nest. All of them healthy, wealthy and wise…
The pattern is like this all over the yard; babies sit quietly on a limb, mom or dad gathers worms and bugs, mom or dad flies to the limb, babies start squawking like little monsters, mom or dad knows who was fed last time and who is next and feed next in line, mom or dad fly away and babies shut up, then it all starts over again… 🙂
These monsters as I call them, are in the lilac trees, the cherry trees, the raspberry bushes, the brush pile, the apple trees and lined up on the roof top; all waiting for worms and bugs. My what a life and really I find myself singing that song about birds in the wilderness…
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Birds in the Wilderness!
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our food
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our soup
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our bread
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our meat
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for dessert
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Now that sums up our yard real well…
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Now I am watching these little monsters fly all over the place, but mom and dad just keep catering to the monsters and the monsters keep getting fatter and happier. Time to make them get their own food!
I am thinking about installing a air traffic control tower; it is dangerous out there at times…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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PS: Sorry about all the bird stuff, but they really are wonderful and life is grand with all the little tykes running all over…
Updated article on the Holy Spring near our village; In 2010 this was an article with a huge gallery of images. This is one of thousands of articles that was attacked and destroyed by the DOS/web attacks from DHS and TSA and several other governmental organizations. I went back today and took a bunch of new images and now I will update this post…
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Today while drinking a cup of coffee, the thoughts centered around our Holy Water source nearby…
Near (2 kilometers) our little village in Russia, deep into the woods, is a special place that touches my soul every time that I go there…
It is a Blessed water source (by the Orthodox Church) and the people that come there use a towel soaked in the blessed water and wipe their face. Then they hang the towel in the trees near the source. This is to wipe away their sins and leave them behind…
They also drink the water and it is said to cure illnesses. many people fill jugs with this water and take it home. Some will drink nothing but Holy water from this spring…
This last time that we went there someone had built a building to protect the source better. It is a hard dangerous walk to this blessed water. But it is worth it and the thought that someone or someone’s carried a ton of lumber into the woods up a very steep incline is incredible…
Take it how you may, but the energy is so strong at this site deep in the woods. That even a non believer in God would have second thoughts about his beliefs…
That is my thoughts over my cup of coffee today…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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Now I know why the original horde of little birds had to move on. Mom and poppa birds are busy as little bees in our yard. Gives confirmation to the term, “The birds and the bees!” Those basic facts about sex that we use to?, maybe still use?, to pass on one version of the story of sexual reproduction, to our children…
Now that video made me feel a tidbit old…
Our yard has so many little chirping, hopping and hungry ankle biters in it, that I have to be seriously careful, doing anything in the yard. Especially the apple trees side. Somewhere in our four apple trees are at least two dozen Song Thrushes and Nightingales. This morning they chewed me out for disturbing them and they are scattered all over the apple trees. I watched momma birds, grab bugs and feed the monsters one at a time. These monsters can not fly yet, but they are eating worms and bugs whole and mom does not have to regurgitate the food. The apple trees are the nest right now and it is incredible…
Then as we walked down the hill and met the old set of monsters, it dawned on me why these were pushed away from our yard and thus, I studied about how many broods of birds we could have, with all the happy moms and dads in our village yard. We could have four this summer if the weather and conditions are correct…
The garden I planted has been well cared for and bugs are not an issue. Even stink bugs are being snapped up for the hungry monsters. Now the cherry trees are being worked over therefore, I have to get some picked today, before they eat them all. Looks like I have competition for the berries growing in the yard… 🙂
It sounds like a barroom brawl in the apple tress at dinner time. The little ones are all demanding and the moms are all wore out. Sometimes dad helps, but most of the time he plays guard and sings about what a super manly bird he is…
Therefore, I have given up cutting the grass for now and going to let it grow again. For there are little monsters in the grass, in the trees, in the weeds, and I want them all to be safe…
Have a nice day and try to soar in something, just once today, like a bird does everyday…
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…
Addition for bird lovers. Here we sit like birds in the wilderness waiting to be fed…
I have become forever sent away from any desire to accept what my country is doing. If we open our eyes and even look around one time, seriously, one simple time, a moment, even a second of time will allow anyone with a hint of compassion left in their soul, to see how terrible our country (USA) has become, was, is and strives to be…
Ukraine is nothing but simply a way for America to restart the cold war. You have to understand that it is all about money and your life, soul and feelings are nothing but ways for the rich to get richer. You are a tool in the box of death…
I said years ago that the Cold War was not over and got called every name but a white boy!
http://windowstorussia.com/are-we-stirring-up-a-second-cold-war.html
I will not say much today about this, because the only thing that I can really say is, “I told you so!”, about twenty times on this website…
My America and her lust for blood (I was in several of them personally,) is listed below and seriously people: Nothing on the list had to be the way we handled it, for most of the bombings are political games by the U.S. and we accept it all with no questions asked, or asked only by a very few…
| Date | Country | Details |
|---|---|---|
| 2014 – present |
Iraq and Syria | Said to be against ISIS with alleged be-headings as the primary casus belli |
| 2011 – present |
Somalia | Ongoing drone strikes |
| 2011 | Libya | Early US attacks under UNSC 1973 were followed by NATO attacks leading to regime change and death of Ghadaffi. |
| 2004 – present |
Yemen | Ongoing drone strikes, allegedly targeting terror suspects |
| 2004 – present |
Pakistan | Ongoing drone strikes, allegedly targeting militants |
| 2003 – 2011 |
Iraq | Regime change against Saddam Hussein, an ally who had gone rogue. By all accounts, US Ambassador in Baghdad, April Glaspie, gave Saddam the green light to invade Kuwait in August 1990. She was totally silent on everything until her retirement in 2002 and has not spoken since. |
| 2001 – present |
Afghanistan | Regime change under the guise of trying to catch Osama Bin Laden. |
| 1999 | Yugoslavia – Serbia | Allegedly to stop an ethnic cleansing that had begun or might begin. Targeted television stations and bombed the Chinese Embassy. |
| 1998 | Afghanistan | Cruise missiles on Osama Bin Laden’s compounds. |
| 1998 | Sudan | Cruise missile attack on an antibiotic factory wrongly alleged to be producing WMD. |
| 1998 | Iran | The US wants regime change in Iran. |
| 1995 | Bosnia | Serbian forces bombed. Depleted Uranium shells used. |
| 1992- 1994 |
Somalia | Known to the West chiefly for “Black Hawk Down” |
| 1991 | Kuwait | See bombing of Iraq, below. Some of the attack took place within Kuwait, leaving quantities of Depleted Uranium, and causing much subsequent concern about cancers. |
| 1991 | Iraq | Bombing for 40 days and nights devastated the ancient and modern capital city of one of the most advanced nations in the Middle East. 177 million pounds of bombs fell in the most concentrated aerial onslaught in the history of the world. Genuine multi-national effort and seen by most as a “good war”. |
| 1989 – 1990 |
Panama | December 1989, a large tenement barrio in Panama City wiped out, 15,000 people left homeless. Casualties disputed. |
| 1989 | Libya | Attempt to kill Ghaddafi, Tripoli bombed. |
| 1987 – 1988 |
Iran | The US wants regime change in Iran. |
| 1979 – 1990 |
Nicaragua | Ronald Reagan’s “freedom fighters.” Sandinistas overthrow Somoza dictatorship in 1978, CIA arms the Contras (ie Somoza’s vicious National Guard and other supporters of the dictator). US was condemned for terrorism by the World Court in 1986. All-out war, aimed at destroying all social and economic programs of the government, burning down schools and medical clinics, raping, torturing, mining harbors, bombing and strafing. |
| 1981 – 1992 |
El Salvador | Officially, the U.S. military presence in El Salvador was limited to an advisory capacity. About 20 Americans were killed or wounded in helicopter and plane crashes while flying reconnaissance or other missions over combat areas, and considerable evidence surfaced of a U.S. role in the ground fighting as well. The war came to an official end in 1992; 75,000 civilian deaths at a cost of six billion dollars. Meaningful social change still largely thwarted by 1999. A handful of the wealthy still owned the country, the poor remained as ever, and dissidents still suffered from death squads. |
| 1986 | Libya | One of more than 50 attempts to assassinate foreign leaders. |
| 1983 – 1984 |
Grenada | Operation Urgent Fury, termed by the UN General Assembly termed it “a flagrant violation of international law”. |
| 1982 – 1984 |
Lebanon | Shelled villages from warship. Brave we are! |
| 1969 – 1970 |
Cambodia | More bombs than the whole of WW2. |
| 1961 – 1973 |
Vietnam | South Vietnam devastated. |
| 1964 – 1973 |
Laos | The bomb graveyard. More bombs than Cambodia. |
| 1965 | Peru | Bombing of Peru and assistance to counter-insurgency operations |
| 1965 – 1966 |
Dominican Republic | We like submission. |
| 1964 | Guatemala | Not enough submission. |
| 1964 | Belgian Congo | We learned to like killing little countries. |
| 1961 | Cuba | “Bay of Pigs”, a failed invasion, US-sponsored. |
| 1960 | Guatemala | Must have submission. |
| 1959 – 1960 |
Cuba | 40 years of terrorist attacks, bombings, full-scale military invasion, sanctions, embargoes, isolation, assassinations. |
| 1958 | Indonesia | Large scale killings |
| 1954 | Guatemala | A CIA-organized coup (Operation PBSUCCESS) overthrows the democratically-elected and progressive government of Jacobo Arbenz, initiating 35 or 40 years of death-squads, torture, disappearances, mass executions, and unimaginable cruelty (peaking 1967-69) totaling well over 100,000 victims – one of the most inhuman chapters of the 20th century. Arbenz had nationalized the U.S. firm, United Fruit Company. The Russians had so little interest in the country that it didn’t even maintain diplomatic relations. Bombers based in Nicaragua. 200,000 people are eventually dead in a 36 year long Guatemalan Civil War. |
| 1950 – 1953 |
China | Mistake for future love and hugs. Payback is hell. |
| 1950 – 1953 |
Korea | At least 20% and perhaps up to 1/3rd of the population killed in order to prevent re-unification. |
| 1945 – 1946 |
China | Mistake for future love and hugs. Payback is hell. |
Now we have started the Cold War all over again. I guess some of us missed those days so much, that we rekindled a terrible era of our lives and now we can all dance in the streets again, or better yet, hide under our school desks as we retrain our kids to deal with Nuclear attacks at home,school and while we play outside…
Have a nice day…
Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…
Be back later after I fix some windows, if possible. Buddy (Vova) came down and we had a look at the window situation. He says he has two one window and they are good. He says he has what it takes to fix them. I really only need one and then I have to get trim board, for the old beautiful trim is gone, I will have beautiful plain boards and paint them white. Actually, I will save the front window as original, for I have extra parts now and the side windows do not need the fancy stuff…
Be back later…
Kyle
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A Russian and an American: Rebuilding Windows…
Vova had an old window laying around. It was 5 cm wider and 5 cm taller. The width was workable, just barely. The old window was way too small in the first place and the new window was just too big. Tried handsaw and that was just too much for grouchy guys. Tried chisels and that was just too much for grouchy guys. Then I brought out the chainsaw and that worked just perfect. We cut 5 cm off the top of the window and ground out a 1 cm from the left side of the window frame and with a little bit of grouchiness, it all fell into place…
The biggest issue was cutting glass by hand. Neither one of us would make a good living at cutting glass, but we did it. Rebuilding the frames of the windows wasn’t too bad and we found that with a little effort, there is enough solid wood in the windows now to hold up for several more years now. I am proud of what we did…
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Then Vova brought by two posts and a board. As if we did not do enough today, we fixed the picnic table bench. Vova likes to sit in the shade of the trees and the uncluttered yard we have. Very unlike his yard and eat lunch and drink his vodka. I have said before, I enjoy his company and having him as a friend is why the window got fixed today…
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It has been interesting today.
Halfway through the day, it dawned on me that here is a Russian and here is an America, working side by side with poorly developed communication skills at either parties command…
Yet we succeeded in repairing some major issues and laughter was the most common occurrence. Even after hours and hours of sweat inducing work, rain on its way, humidity sky high and neither one understanding the other 60% of the time. We still laughed together, when our last piece of glass, cracked in half, as we set it in place. He said something that I knew was not a pleasant word in Russian and I said, a not so pleasant word in English and we looked at each other and almost rolled laughing on the ground. Which would have been a poor idea, because we had plenty of glass shards everywhere by that time…
Then I asked myself, “Why can’t we be friends?”
Vova and I are!
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