
Everyone have a safe Memorial Day and w/o going into some long speech because I am "Not" running for any office, be sure to remember our Service men and women here and abroad.
Mostly anything that stikes you like a cue ball hitting the eight ball and the sound of Winning dropping into the pocket. Similar to a light coming on in your head sort of thing.
****************************** ******** Mrs. Robin, she has made eating the nectar and stripping the guava tree bare of it's flowers a game. If I get lucky enough to catch her landing in the tree before I can grab the water gun she's off sitting on the telephone wire twettering at me. This has been going on for awhile . Every since she had those babies and gave them some now worms aren't good enough anymore.
******************************* ********* One day Mrs. Robin , I can wait.
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wasn't any different from any other day.
The war was on I had swung back at the determined crazed bird. The third time he dared to dive at me again as he came closer the wind from his flapping wings made a terrible humming sound and the wind picked up giving him a turbo boost of engery. I knew what I had to do and there was no time to plann a real stragety. The dirty little bird was aimming his neddle nose beck and into the dive position it went. Just as he aproched and was about to make a direct hit. I smacked him to the ground. Yes I snatched his feathery butt right out of the air. He got up unhurt and flew away and left us alone. "Oh what a day"!
