You, Me and the Duck

 John likes to go to Florida every year.  I have gone with him, and it's nice to soak up some much-needed sunshine and warm weather. It does John some good also, because it helps him get ready for the busy work season that usually starts before we get back.

This year, however, was different. With the mild winter and onset of early warm weather, I know for me, heading south would have been time I could be using in getting a start on an early spring, like starting seeds in the greenhouse, getting the rabbits bred and doing some much-needed yard work.

So, the trip to Florida isn't happening for me this year. But, for John, it should have happened. And it might yet. This is a stressful time for him, and he still talks about closing up the house and heading south at least for a couple of weeks. I tell him he should. It would do me good if he went.

In the meantime, spring has sprung and life begins to multiply here at Nestle Inn. The sparrows are hoarding the birdhouses, Miss Kitty is due to drop a boat-load of kittens any time and Daffy has joined the farm.

Meet Daffy Duck. He is two years old and alone. But, he's alive. Currently he is in with Rooster and the Ladies with his tub of water. I will search for a mate for him so he won't be "alone".

The next day after Daffy joined the family, John and I were talking about all the work he has to do. With a straight face and a determined tone he says, "We should go to Florida. You, me and the duck."

Daffy Duck

Deer Hunting

I had the opportunity yesterday afternoon to start the deer season hunting from John's new elevated deer stand. It was a very nice day, not too warm or cold. I saw about a dozen deer (buck and does) between 4:30 and 5:30 pm. I didn't shoot any of them even though I had my sights on several. Being the first day, I wanted to observe rather than shoot the first thing I saw. Deer love to play when they think they are safe. Being so far up (30'+) in the deer stand it was easy to view from at least two different directions the various deer. The buck was a medium size four point by himself walking up the shooting lane. He sniffed the pumpkin I had put down, but wasn't too impressed. He was drawn instead to the apple cores I had thrown out the window.