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ericcoleman) wrote2009-06-17 01:35 pm
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Why don't we do it in the road?
I'm heading out to get some lunch and I come to the end of the road that my workplace is on and there are geese out for a walk. Dozens of them. This is not that uncommon, although you would think, that since the friggin things can fly, that they would. But NO, they're walking.
In the middle of all this is a big friggin turtle. I mean big, 15-20 lbs. I know this since I got out of my car and carried it to the grass next to the pond. I felt that I needed to, since some truck would come around that corner and squash the poor guy flat, and I couldn't let that happen, at least not today.
I would like to state now that, in my limited experience, turtles are ungrateful creeps, this thing was trying to take my arms off the entire way across the street. It did NOT like being picked up and carried.
In the middle of all this is a big friggin turtle. I mean big, 15-20 lbs. I know this since I got out of my car and carried it to the grass next to the pond. I felt that I needed to, since some truck would come around that corner and squash the poor guy flat, and I couldn't let that happen, at least not today.
I would like to state now that, in my limited experience, turtles are ungrateful creeps, this thing was trying to take my arms off the entire way across the street. It did NOT like being picked up and carried.
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A nesting pair of ducks have chosen our neighborhood to build a nest in.
We're two blocks from a lake. We're a block from a big-ass bit of nature preserve. With a pond.
These guys spent weeks strolling around the block looking - I guess - for a yard without dogs and with homeowners with quiet habits. They'd walk across the road .. no - they ambled, while polite citizens stopped their cars to let them cross.
They finally settled on a retiree's yard behind us - he has a lot of hedges in a big fenced yard and doesn't spent a lot of time outside. Every so often you hear quaking ...
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