New Ducks

Grrr . . . this is so maddening. As previously mentioned, we have been binge-watching MI5 on Britbox. Last night, it flipped us to other programs after season 5 concluded. There are 10 seasons, but they only have the first 5. And it ended on a cliff-hanger too. Sigh. My life is so hard. 😉

 After a rainy day on Thursday, we resumed our walkies yesterday. There was  pair of Hooded Mergansers in the pond. Once again, they were far away, and much cropping was required. I had never (to my recollection) seen these ducks before this year, and these are my first photo attempts. I lay no claim to being a wildlife shooter — none at all.

Our selfies of the day.

We are somewhat BRAzen to wear these masks.

Down by the Riverside

Remember the signs when the kids visited Sue on her birthday? Well, now we can read them.

I have 2 coffee machines here in my den; we make all of our coffee up here in the morning. One is a tassimo, the other brews bigger batches, up to 12 cups. We would prefer not to use the tassimo for the wasteful and unrecyclable plastic pod that results from every cup. We want to mostly use the big machine. But when I awake at 4 or 5 in the morning, I find that I want minimal fuss, so I pop a tassimo in. Once Sue awakes, I make a big pot primarily for her although I have a little of it.

The tassimo warned me that it required descaling. Sue knows how to do it; she knows where the disc is and the descaling solution as well as the instruction manual. I know none of these things. As a matter of fact and record, I confess that in this life, I know very little. As I watched the procedure, I came to the conclusion that if Sue were to ever leave me, I would just have to chuck the machine and buy a new one every time it required this complicated procedure. (Kidding . . . mostly.)

During the descaling process, it emitted a big steam. I missed the biggest one but caught a later and lesser one with my phone. (The big machine is in the background.)

Oh, here we go again. Lacey is up for her second handfeeding. It's crazy; she has a full dish just over in the next room but lives for me to feed her by hand in the morning (as well as at other times). I keep kibble by the computer and she sits there, by my chair, waiting for me to put several bits at a time on the floor. She had a feeding at 5 already. Now it is 6 o'clock (yes, morning) and she wants another. I don 't understand why this is so important to her.

Here she is at the ready. She paws and meows if I ignore her.

Finally, for your interest if you are so inclined, here is an article about the differences between Canada and the USA, particularly with regards to the battle with the virus. (Note: it is not a slag-America piece IMO.)