Do you ever feel like someone is following you and like you are being stared at?  I do, all the time. 

Seems someone got their fingers in the wrong place on the cell phone. ha ha ha

Photo by Stephen Kessel, Sonoran Images,

We had a busy week in our back yard. You may have seen the prior post photos of me wandering around sniffing, with the mama following. Mama saw my head come up and ears go forward, and I froze in place. She came to see what I saw and it was a fledgling Mourning Dove, 4 feet from my nose. Mama  petted me and told me how good I am because I did not bother it. We stood and watched to see if it could move. Mama was afraid it could not fly. but while I watched she slowly walked towards it and it flew up and over the fence. We have seen it twice. she found info here if you want to read it, which is where the photo is from.

Per the article the little guy is a fledgling. This little dove is about 2/3 the size of an adult bird and almost indescribably cute.  Its most prominent feature is its huge eyes, much larger in proportion to its body than are the eyes of an adult.

We also had to shoo shoo shoo the ducks out of the pool and Mama laughed and laughed so hard she could hardly shooo shooo shooo because they waddled in a line and when they reached the gate they flew up and over.

Mottled Duck part 3

I was outside with daddy, watching him clean the pool.

Mama was inside playing with duck photos.

She heard Daddy yell in the door, Samar, come help. me.

She almost hurt herself rushing down the hall thinking he had hurt himself.

I meandered around the pool, Daddy Said that dog is useless, help me get the duck out of the pool.

Note this is day 4 of ducks in the pool, so WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL?

Mama has shooing the ducks down pat.

I had no idea ducks wear shoes, did  you?

She hisses like a goose, shhhhhh shhhhhhh and they waddle fast, she waddled with the duck and put him out the gate.

then she fussed at Daddy for saying I am useless because I will not help him herd the ducks.

She said you know he is not aggressive, and I want to keep him that way.

Leave him alone and call me, I will move the ducks.

MAMA CAN GET AGRESSIVE, mostly at Daddy

Word of the Day email was hackles.

If you are a dog owner, you will know that almost all dogs have

 

I do not, of if I do, they have never seen them. 

Daddy and I were sleeping, Mama was reading in bed, it was after 8 pm and suddenly 5 loud knockes on the front door.

I did not bark, did not go to the door, I was in my condo/closet

She told Daddy, while she was peering out the window at 2 men standing on the porch, and watching them walk away and down the street, I came down the hall with my eyes half closed, watching her watching and sending her my thoughts.

I said Mama, did someone come inside to pet me?

She said It's Ok Beau go back to bed, and burst out laughing when I turned and went back to my condo.

It is no my fault I don't do hackles, not even when Daddy was walking me cause Mama was dizzy and she heard him Say NO really loud, jumped to the window almost falling down and the Mama Pit Bull, Lucy, had pulled her head out of collar and run up to Daddy and me, and we were having a stare down,

It ended well, no one panicked Willie, the owner lassoed Lucy and

all ended well. 

that is because I do not do hackles, but she did.

Mama is thankful I am a good boy.

Mottled Ducks Part 2

 

continued from prior post yesterday  

Mr and Ms Quacker (in the scupper) lit in the pool at 7:30 pm and the fun began when they were still in the pool as we waited for daylight for my AM walk.

Mama sat in the chair and I wandering around, never once even looking at the swimming ducks. She was flabbergasted that I ignored them.

Mama ooohed, ahhhhhed and laughed out loud. The quackers were mating, swimming, bathing, and having a blast. We watched until daybreak and then after my walk, at 7:30, they were still in the pool

Mama said to Daddy, they can't stay here, if they make a nest for the babies, they might be in danger from Beau, even though he is ignoring them now.

Daddy said lets shoo them out, HA HA HA

They did climb out of the pool but refused to leave. At 9 am they were back in the pool and mama looked on line and called a wildlife rescue number for migratory birds.

She asked if it is ok to shoo them out, she did not want to stress them.

The lady had a great time laughing with Mama and said they had them in their pool for 3 weeks last summer and yes, its ok to shoo them.

Let the Shooing Begin! no matter what da pawrentz did, they would not leave, Mama said maybe they can't fly, Daddy said then how did they get in the fenced yard?

hummmm

Mama got two big metal spoons and started banging them and yelling shoot and it woke up the three pitt bulls next door and they raised a ruckus and the ducks would not leave.

Daddy said, Lets open the drive through gates and shoo them in the front yard.

Mama said, they might get run over.

Daddy opened the gates and they shooed them herding them like herd dogs, hissing and shooing at them.

They waddeled through the gate and Mama shut the gates and

burst out laughing.

With a big fuss, a much larger female came running to them, quacking and greeting them and soon there were 5 of them.

they went ON THE FRONT PORCH.

Mama went inside opened the door and SHOO/ HISSED

The two from our pool took off flying like feathered tanks, barely clearing the cars on the street and were off into the wild blue yonder.

On Friday Morning, there was yet another one, not the same two in the pool by himself.

He only stayed a few minutes and flew away.

Mama thinks Mr and Ms Quacker must have telegraphed him to get out of Dodge, the people in the house are crazay.

Mama says they are soooo precious! I say, are you kidding me? I AM THE PRECIOUS in this house.

You will never guess what they are staring at. I will tell you. They were watching either a small frog or bugs on the side of the pool. Mama missed the grabbing of whatever the male grabbed. He did not share with his wife.

14 Hours of Mottled Ducks PART 1

Tuesday, April 19, 2023, at 7:30 PM / 1930 MT

A huge flock of ducks filled our pool. I poked them with my nose. Mama took photos.

Kidding, it was only TWO. This photo is a lie. I was asleep, so was Daddy, Mama SAID they came at 7:30.  

Mama was in bed reading in her kindle, the rest of us were snoring.

She heard quack, quack, quack and peeked out the window, then went to peer out the door, there were two ducks playing in the pool.

She went back to bed to read again.

At 1:40 I woke her up! She made me go lay down.

at 2:49 I insisted I had to go out, she knew I meant it because my

stomach was squealing and making noises. this is because I keep sneaking small avocados and eating them before she says drop it.

She put on her flannel gown and we went out together and lo and behold there were two ducks sleeping on the first step down into the pool

They did not move, I ignored them, and ran for the grass that I use to make me throw up. There were  no photos taken at that time of the morning. these were later in the day.

Mama sat in one of the chairs because it takes me about 30 minutes to do whatever it takes to throw up.   TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW