Good morning to everyone on this mild December day! It is cloudy once again, that makes 4 days in a row now, and more cloudy days on the way this week. There are not many birds out here this morning. That seems to be a normal thing now. The chickadees and nuthatches still come, and some of the blue jays. There are 2 downy woodpeckers, but the hairy woodpeckers have stopped coming. Good thing the chickadees keep coming most of the day. I cannot understand what happened to the blue jays though. Oh well, perhaps they found better peanuts at another feeder.
Speaking of finding. It was a cloudy day like this, only colder, when Dad suggested going out to look for insulators. This would be our third time looking for insulators in the winter. “It is too cold,” I said. “It is a beautiful day,” said Dad. “Remember the last time we went looking for insulators in the winter,” I reminded him. “That was different, it was colder and much more snow,” he answered. He then reminded me of two places we thought would be good to check at a later time.
“I was thinking more of later in the fall,” I said. “Where is your sense of adventure?” he asked. “In a nice warm bed, which is where I should be,” I replied. My arguments went unheeded and there we were, out in the snow and cold looking for those chunks of glass and porcelain. There was a place on a hill where the poles were very short and we could easily reach the bottom crossarm to get the insulators. We had permission to do that.
The problem was, it was a steep climb to get up the hill to these poles. We stood there looking at the problem. “Too hard,” I said, “may as well go back home.” “We can do it,” said Dad, “I will lift you up and you can reach that tree and pull yourself up the rest of the way.” “That was a quick turn from ‘we’ to ‘you’,” I said. Anyway, I was soon on his shoulders reaching for that small tree that was supposed to hold me from falling to my death 6 feet below.
But, I was not able to reach it. Hmm, I decided to stand on Dad’s head. I did that once before and it worked. So that is what I did. Dad yelled and wobbled a bit. That made my foot slip off his head and back down to his shoulder. He yelled louder as my boot slid over his ear and knocked his glasses off. I tried to balance myself and knocked Dad’s hat off with my other foot. Dad yelled again and started dancing around.
I grabbed the crossarm to keep myself steady. Dad claimed I kicked his head and he fell backward sliding head first down the hill a little ways, only about 10 feet, though Dad claimed it was closer to 100 feet. He got snow down his back in the process of sliding. That made him yell again. “You sure yell a lot,” I said. Well, I guess we will have to continue this story tomorrow, otherwise it will get too long for one post. Thank you for reading, have a great day and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
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