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Muscovy Rise! (I wanna see you fly)

Weather in the Tries: 
Wahoo! it’s gonna go from 56 & wet on Monday to 82 and sunny on Sunday. The sun is going to play peekaboo on Tuesday, then shine all day the rest of the week. I’ve been told it even shines all night, too. Just not on our side of the blue marble of space.

Muscovy Rise! (I wanna see you fly)
It’s been a great week. Every morning when I’ve gotten up, I’ve looked down at the pond. Oh, our pond—it’s filled to where I think it is supposed to be, and it’s delightful. Last year they kept turning it off and it was only half filled.

We have more ducks and geese, and a Muscovy came by tonight (Sunday). I think she’s a hen, photo below. But no babies. We have several cross breeds between Muscovy and Mallard. I think the duck is a she/hen but not sure. I haven’t seen this one before, and except for her eyes, I think s/he is gorgeous. The eyes look like holes, kinda creepy. 

Did I mention last week that one of my poems won Honorable Mention in the Yakima Coffeehouse Poetry competition, and three of my poems have been selected for print in the Shrub-Steppe annual anthology? I will get them recorded and posted soon so you can listen to them if you’re so inclined.

Photos of the Week:
I think she’s about 24 inches long, but not sure. Check out this site for more photos and information. Most of the ducks and geese that summer here are pretty tame. The ganders will hiss at me if they have their babies near and I’m walking by. I always compliment them on their family. Sammy ignores them.

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I want to see her on land. I’m not sure her feet are webbed. At least the Muscovys down south nest in trees…webbed feet might not be all that handy to have?

from the desk of the brave dog;
the sun is coming out in a couple days. the sky is going to quit crying. it’s going to be warm. can you see me do my happy dance/ unfortunately my little paws can’t type the shift key and a letter so you get no caps. unless i put everything in total caps and my human says that’s like yelling and is impolite. happy, happy, happy dance.

Quote from Dune, Part 2:

“You cannot see the future without seeing the past.”
~ Lady Jessica, Reverend Mother