Another week has come and gone, and very quickly I might add. Normally I’d be happy about that but since April 18th is fast approaching and MacGyver and I have an appointment with the accountant today I would have been fine if the week would have gone on and on and on, and on. After our appointment this afternoon MacGyver and I will be heading out to the cabin to lick our wounds.
Because after paying taxes the only thing that can make you feel better is a little four wheeling, a little shooting, and some running on your own personal running trail and some shooting, I already said that didn’t I? Oh well.
This morning I ran/walk/jogged/ran/hobbled/crawled and managed to squeak out 6 miles. Really, really slow miles. I did however see a peacock, a chicken, a rooster, and an emu. I’m sure you aren’t surprised. If you read my blog then you already know my neighborhood is fowl. Hehe, get it, fowl!
If you saw my instagram yesterday you may have already seen some of the photos below and wondered what the back story was. If not, I’ma clue you in anyways cause that’s how I do.
Yesterday I was showing Hank how to feed the turtles in the pond. He absolutely loves the turtles. Seriously, he’s more little boy than dog, I swear to all that is dogly.
I went into the house to get more bread and Hank stayed on the dock and had a conversation with Timmy the turtle. It was so cute.
When I got back to the dock I was feeding turtles and I raised my hand with the extra bread in it so that Hank wouldn’t try and eat it. (He’s allergic to all kinds of things and can’t eat anything with grains.)
Take a look up there in the branches. Do you see the grackle? I wasn’t concerned with him because grackle’s are wild birds and they’ve never really been all that friendly with us. I just think of them as like any other bird, like a blue jay or a robin. They aren’t super friendly like the peacocks or the wood storks or even the herons. That’s what one would think anyway.
MacGyver was taking pictures and I’m glad he was because otherwise, he wouldn’t have captured this moment.
And if you think that was a fluke, it wasn’t. He ate out of my hand an additional 3 times. That’s right baby, it only took me half a lifetime but I’m officially a Disney freakin princess!
Happy Friday y’all, I’ll catch up with you in a bit from the cabin.
What’s the weirdest thing an animal ever did to you? Go ahead and tell me. I won’t judge, I swear.