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And weren’t we? It’s raining today, yet good duck keeper that I am, I trekked down there in the rain. (Our house backs up to a lake.) They weren’t there! Wherever they’d taken cover, they didn’t want to come out, even for food. That’s what you call fowl-weather friends. :hehe:
So having my day’s pages done and nothing else to do, I hiked over to the creek, too. This is the log across the creek that Buttercup clung on to when he was being attacked by the dogs. It had been raining for days at that time and the creek was nearly up to the log then. It’s down to normal levels now.
Maybe we should start calling it Buttercup Creek. :cool:
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on February 21, 2005
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