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…
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