Ducks on the Creek

The place where our dinner table is set is where we can have our patio curtain drawn back and see a very large portion of our backyard.  For the past two morning’s Madge and I have been eating our breakfast, looking through the door to the frost on the ground, watching the dogs at times; and then, too I have witnessed ducks swimming and playing down on the rapids in the creek.

They would get in the rapid part of the creek, float down for a way, the fly back up to the still water, float, and get into the rapid, float down some more, then again fly back up to the still water.  It is like they were just entertaining themselves, having fun.  Madge and I were entertained watching them.

Flat Creek holds a wealth of entertainment for those who know what real entertainment is.  For others you can be bored if you want.  Though I do sorrow much for the parents and loved ones of the children and teachers who were murdered by the Connecticut Coward; and I also sorrow for his parents and family.  I will not be logged down with the burden of the immoral, indecent, murderous acts of anyone.  Ducks on the Creek is great relief from the continued cacophonous sounds of the News media going on and on about any tragedy.

I will pray for the the families; and still watch the Ducks on the Creek; as well as Eagles soaring through the air.

-tim

Dog Gone

You’ve heard the above title as a phrase.  When something goes wrong some one says, “Dog gone”.  I heard the story of an American Indian [Native American] running with his dog along a cliff, the dog fell over the cliff, and the Indian said, “Dog gone” :).

Yesterday morning when my Madge and I left for church Archer and the Little Girl was here watching us leave, wanting some attention, and seemed just normal.  However, when we got back home Little Girl was no where to be seen or found.  I wrote about Little Girl a few weeks ago; how we ended up with her and all.

It seems we had gotten used to her being here.  Now I don’t know what has happened to her.  I kind of have a suspicion that her people were floating once again, she caught a scent of them, and found them.  That’s what I hope happened to her.

She has been around here all this time; when we have left she has remained through all other times, but this time Dog gone.

We hear people floating in canoes, boats, kayaks, and inner tubes almost every day.  We weren’t home to hear at that time.  Where ever Little Girl is now I hope she is okay.

On the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim