TD

This is a bit off-topic but wanted to share. Years ago we lived in the DC area and there is a beautiful park downtown with lots of ponds and loads of tourists. I wanted to construct a Pekin Duck like the Afflac Duck you see in the commercials. And...also add a working bill so I could hide behind a tree and have him talk to the visitors. They would exclaim - "Did you hear that?" but I would have my duck swim away 'till the next victim. Thought this would be so cool.

These are some great shots. Nice going! You must have quite a collection. I wrote a poem in the past about a woodpecker and would like to share it with you. The title is TREE DRUM.
 
Woodpecker drilling with that jackhammer beak
How thrilling, is it food he will seek
And when he is through and his hunger appeased
Drum roll please!

Hey - nice going guys!

Thanks for sharing the pics. Wish I could ID some of those birds but they seem to really enjoy the feast you put out. Nice going!

So, how was it? I would like to try this. Sounds yum.

How useful. Thanks for sharing this mr d.

How useful. Thanks for sharing this mr d.

I think that "one guy" was a vet from Reynoldsville. He would load his riding mower and equipment and truck on over to the cemetery. Also, he was looking for donations to help with the effort. What a beautiful job this has turned in to.

I think that "one guy" was a vet from Reynoldsville. He would load his riding mower and equipment and truck on over to the cemetery. Also, he was looking for donations to help with the effort. What a beautiful job this has turned in to.

Thanks again Mr D - for all your postings.

How schweet!

Thanks again Mr D. Who knew?

And if you tend to "overcook" the kraut 'till it turns a golden brown, there is a savory taste not to be relished with each bite.

I will second that Mr. D. Thanks for keeping us informed. You do such service for others in this area.

I will second that Mr. D. Thanks for keeping us informed. You do such service for others in this area.

Bump

I had to bump this thread because when I still think of her loss, it makes me pause and feels more relevant to me than the multi-week threads discussing John Duggar and the Sunday Biker Gang Shooting.  Its just my honest opinion, thats all.

My thoughts as well.

I wrote this piece about 10 years ago and would like to share it for all those who appreciate the Spring to come:
 
Based on Antonio Vivaldi's LaPrimavera (Spring) from The Four Seasons (1725)
 
First Movement
 
Spring is coming
Musical harbingers sing forth
Their joyful sound heralding the Season
Over hills and dales
Through valleys and swales.
 
Streams and brooks, arpeggios
Unleashed from Winter's weiss
Trickling and trilling rills over moss-bare rocks
Fanned by whispering breezes
And occasional windy sneezes.
 
Bolts of lightning, crashing thunder
Come to announce the season
Walloping vestigial shades of Winter. 
Decrescendos, slow  and  long
Defrosting enchanting solo song.
 
Second Movement
 
On newly painted pleasant meadow
Little bright green sprouts nudge up
With the hint of Summer to come.
Soft murmurings of leaves and branches
Promising joyous hot summer dances.
 
Third Movement
 
Festive country pipes give sound
As nymphs and shepherds dance in
  long-loved fields
Rebirth, revewal, renaissance
Now Spring appears in all Her brilliance.

I wrote this piece about 10 years ago and would like to share it for all those who appreciate the Spring to come:
 
Based on Antonio Vivaldi's LaPrimavera (Spring) from The Four Seasons (1725)
 
First Movement
 
Spring is coming
Musical harbingers sing forth
Their joyful sound heralding the Season
Over hills and dales
Through valleys and swales.
 
Streams and brooks, arpeggios
Unleashed from Winter's weiss
Trickling and trilling rills over moss-bare rocks
Fanned by whispering breezes
And occasional windy sneezes.
 
Bolts of lightning, crashing thunder
Come to announce the season
Walloping vestigial shades of Winter. 
Decrescendos, slow  and  long
Defrosting enchanting solo song.
 
Second Movement
 
On newly painted pleasant meadow
Little bright green sprouts nudge up
With the hint of Summer to come.
Soft murmurings of leaves and branches
Promising joyous hot summer dances.
 
Third Movement
 
Festive country pipes give sound
As nymphs and shepherds dance in
  long-loved fields
Rebirth, revewal, renaissance
Now Spring appears in all Her brilliance.

I wrote this piece about 10 years ago and would like to share it for all those who appreciate the Spring to come:
 
Based on Antonio Vivaldi's LaPrimavera (Spring) from The Four Seasons (1725)
 
First Movement
 
Spring is coming
Musical harbingers sing forth
Their joyful sound heralding the Season
Over hills and dales
Through valleys and swales.
 
Streams and brooks, arpeggios
Unleashed from Winter's weiss
Trickling and trilling rills over moss-bare rocks
Fanned by whispering breezes
And occasional windy sneezes.
 
Bolts of lightning, crashing thunder
Come to announce the season
Walloping vestigial shades of Winter. 
Decrescendos, slow  and  long
Defrosting enchanting solo song.
 
Second Movement
 
On newly painted pleasant meadow
Little bright green sprouts nudge up
With the hint of Summer to come.
Soft murmurings of leaves and branches
Promising joyous hot summer dances.
 
Third Movement
 
Festive country pipes give sound
As nymphs and shepherds dance in
  long-loved fields
Rebirth, revewal, renaissance
Now Spring appears in all Her brilliance.

What a beautiful collection. Thanks for posting.

Salutes to all of you for the efforts to remake this sacred place of hallowed ground. Especially for bringing it back from the wreck that it was at one time.

Thanks mr.d. This place is one of such beauty in the area. Hard to find a spot like that anywhere else. What work and care they must put into that place to make it such a garden spot to behold.

We had Lhasa Apsos for years. First a female, then after her time passed, two sibling males. Very smart and loving, all of them. One of the brothers had a special game with the mailman. Scruffy knew about what time Dave would come with the mail, and just had to get to the back porch in time. So Dave would "hand" the mail over the back gate to Scruffy. When Dave got transferred, Scruff still wanted to go and meet him, we'd have to take him to the porch and say "No Dave today." Scruff would lower his head and turn for the door to come back in, he actually missed seeing his buddy the mailman. All of these Lhasas had very special traits of their own, and they got along very well with cats in the household. With such fast-growing long hair, they needed frequent grooming, but it was worth it because they were just beautiful dogs. Best of luck!