tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74633161053431956522024-03-14T04:48:15.576-05:00My Life in HaysvilleSome of the things that happen to me here in my part of Kansas.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.comBlogger688125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-41157484827877089632014-01-07T11:50:00.001-06:002014-01-07T11:50:54.727-06:00Nick Dreams of Sushi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My son in law celebrated his birthday last week. My daughter had mad reservations for us for a late lunch at Wasabi, a sushi restaurant downtown. All this happened before it snowed, the weather turned bitterly cold and she got sick. Also, Ray and I are not big sushi fans. <br />
However, after everything was sorted out, we decided to head out to eat with the healthy portion of the family. It took us a half hour longer to get there, but since the weather was so cold and so awful, the restaurant was not busy at all. I imagine they were glad to see us. Ray and I had noodles and everyone else ate sushi. We had ordered chicken dishes for the kids, but Wyatt is going to be a sushi eater as well and he helped his father clean out his Bento Box. <br />
Now Andrea's birthday is tomorrow. her dining wish is Burger King; what a difference!Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-36678981415427323562014-01-06T18:27:00.002-06:002014-01-06T18:27:56.886-06:00First Sledding Day of 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was a child, we were given a sled for Christmas. It was ages before we were ever able to use it because it did not snow. We gave Wyatt and Andrea sleds this year, and the weather cooperated and provided snow for kids to sled. The temperature was only 15 degrees, but with the sun shining it was tolerable.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-63663315523193181382014-01-01T21:28:00.000-06:002014-01-01T21:28:23.738-06:00Christmas 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had Christmas twice this year since the Blomberg's went to Florida for Christmas. Amdrew and Theresa received seafood from Florida. We got wine. A good time was had by all.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-7815118647222705332014-01-01T21:18:00.000-06:002014-01-01T21:18:54.592-06:00New Years Eve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had a fun New Year's Eve Party last night with the family. Andrea was dressed for the evening in her ball gown. There were plenty of snacks and board games to be played.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-84073336930151874212014-01-01T21:07:00.001-06:002014-01-01T21:07:36.595-06:00New Years Day project<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is little doubt in my mind that I will probably post several things tonight and then nothing again for the rest of the month. December was busy but not hectic. The Christmas shopping was done without a lot of rush and stress. This was also one of the seasons where I have been updating and refurbishing the Christmas decorations. Now, I would like to decorate all year around, but I just don't have it in me to keep putting things up and then putting them away. That is why I like Christmas, I put the decorations up and everything stays up for at least a month. I have time to enjoy them.<br />
We have had a wreath to put over the garage door for several years, but it wasn't quite big enough. Ray wanted it to surround the light, not hang under it. All the ready made wreaths were too expensive, so this year I hit the sales and got a big wreath and decorations at 70% off at Michael's. There are solar powered led lights on the wreath which were 75% off at Lowes. I think the total cost for the finished project was about $65.00 which was less than the original cost of the unfinished wreath. Now there is just a year to wait to see how it looks.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-83601569466942098212013-12-13T22:32:00.000-06:002013-12-13T22:32:12.593-06:00Into the Christmas Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in the day, I used to do a lot of baking at Christmas. It wasn't bad, I really do like to cook and the holidays are the best time to go all out and make goodies galore. Over the years after I started on Weight Watchers and even when I wasn't following the plan, I just quit creating a lot of treats at Christmas. <br />
This year, while I haven't been overboard, I have baked more than I have in years. It is all because of the grand kids. It just seems right to make cookies with them. I admit to having this fantasy of them telling their kids and grand kids over icing and dough how they made cookies with us when they were kids. You can't have memories unless you make them and so I guess that is what we are doing.<br />
I also am making cookie trees with Wyatt and Andrea's help. I know for a fact, that they are not perfect, but the second one was a lot better than the first. I think I will make one more. The short first one for us. The second one in the picture for Nicole's family and another one for Andrew and Theresa. I am looking forward to seeing if the skills required improve with my next effort.<br />
The non baking picture of Andrea with the reindeer is just commemorate the fact that she now can sing all the words to Grandma got run over by a reindeer, just from listening to the deer on the rocker. Who says kids aren't listening.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-50735683402510359322013-12-06T16:09:00.001-06:002013-12-06T16:09:51.844-06:00Long Time Friend (Ray says I can't call them old friends)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just before Thanksgiving, one of our friends from when we were stationed in Turkey called and told us he would be passing through Wichita. He was invited to spend the night and we had a great time catching up on the last thirty (yes, thirty) years.<br />
Dave Morse and his wife were in the communication squadron at Karamursel Turkey. We had a great time together, we traveled places, and we kept in touch over the years. Dave and his wife divorced, but we still are in touch with both of them. <br />
It is just so great to be able to still visit with friends from over forty years ago. I consider it a real blessing.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-1483549927036628882013-11-30T12:05:00.001-06:002013-11-30T12:05:59.209-06:00Christmas Decorations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
There is always this teeny tiny window right after Thanksgiving where the weather is good enough for Ray to put up the Christmas decorations. Yesterday and today is that window. He spent a good part of yesterday getting the inflatables up. This isn't just at our house, but at Nick and Nicole's and Andrew and Theresa's house as well. He grumbles about it, but I know he really does enjoy it. The response from the Grand kids is enough to make it all worth while anyway.</div>
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We all celebrated Thanksgiving at our house again this year. Ray's brother Leroy and his wife Jackie joined us. I roasted the turkey, Nick did the ham, and everyone else brought goodies to eat. One of the fund things for me is that I get to use all my good dishes. Our friends, the Lipps, sent us a beautiful bouquet, so I even decorated the table more than I usually do. The day must have been a success, everyone stayed till late. We ended the evening by watching The Christmas Story. The end to one holiday season and the start of another.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-41359286933518765952013-11-27T20:19:00.001-06:002013-11-27T20:19:43.745-06:00Belize<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Belize is beautiful as well. There weren't the mountains, but it is all green jungle. We did an nature tour up the River Wallace. The guide showed us crocodiles, manatees, dolphins, monkeys and the biggest iguanas I have every seen. We also went to Altun Ha, Mayan ruins. The ruins were not large, but I found them fascinating because not all of them are excavated. Many are still covered in vegetation and you understand how the archaeologists feel when they come on these places in the wild. Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-80487625167337933952013-11-27T20:09:00.002-06:002013-11-27T20:09:39.688-06:00Isla Roatan, Honduras<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our first stop on the cruise was Isla Roatan in Honduras. The location was beautiful. I would love to go back and spend more time, but it is my understanding that Honduras in general is dangerous. This is too bad because I think I would love it here. It was hot but not so humid that you would be miserable. There are mountains and great sunsets. Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-46234853970465792222013-10-28T14:52:00.002-05:002013-10-28T20:29:18.951-05:00Soccer games<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the first year Wyatt and Andrea played soccer. I had not been able to attend any games before this one on Saturday which was their last game. The four and five year olds are coached by my daughter. The kids didn't know what they were doing and neither did Nicole. She was lucky that the other coach know something about the game. Sometimes it looked like total chaos on the field, but everyone seemed to have fun. Wyatt is on a team with older children who have played before, so he has some catching up to do. Now he needs to work on focusing on his surroundings.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-47510950719877319382013-10-28T14:43:00.003-05:002013-10-28T14:43:52.746-05:00Wyatt's Eighth Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We celebrated Wyatt's eighth birthday last Friday. We decided to serve him his favorite dish, meat loaf and mashed potatoes. His mother brought a Haunted House cake and Wyatt blew out the candles, and there were more than eight, without any problems. He is growing so fast, ten years and he will be out of high school. At the rate he is going it will pass like an instant.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-52948833052499377912013-10-28T12:25:00.000-05:002013-10-28T12:25:29.081-05:00Cruise ship photos<br />
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We had stopped in Tularosa for a bathroom break and to buy some pecans. At our age the bathroom breaks are an important part of the travel planning. While Brenda and I were doing other things, Ray happened to notice this 1955 Mercury in the parking lot. Most people would just admire the very well preserved vehicle and go on their way. However, seeing this vehicle meant much more to Ray than an admiring look over. Ray's car when he came to Wichita to go to WSU in 1964 was a duplicate of this one. I know this, because this is the car he drove when we started dating. It looks the same, even down to the strange green color of the interior. I do have to say that this car is in better shape than Ray's was 49 years ago.<br />
Over the years I have made the comment that I didn't fall in love with Ray because of his car. To be honest Mercury never had the cult following that the 1955 Chevrolet did. But looking at this car, I will have to admit that it wasn't as bad as I thought it was when I was 18.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-21408281361021449842013-09-21T16:59:00.001-05:002013-09-21T16:59:40.888-05:00Just Us and our Foil Hats<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We went to Ruidoso with Ray's brother Marvin and his wife Brenda a bit over a week ago. Neither of them had been to that part of New Mexico, so we got to show them all the places that we love out there. We all had a great time. The foil hats represent the knowledge that once you get old enough, you don't care what other people think about you. Brenda and I were talking about going to the UFO Museum and decided we NEEDED these caps. Foil hats are amazingly easy to make. Everyone should have one for their own. I think ours are still in the back of the Durango. Ray was not very excited about the prospect of taking these pictures. I had to go into the museum and encourage him to come out. When we got back out, Brenda had convinced four young men to take our picture for us. Three of them borrowed the hats and we took their pictures too. Not just the old folks can be silly after all.<br />
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Even when I am being random here I feel more comfortable with at least one photo per post. This one goes back to June when Nicole and her family went to Florida to visit Nick's brother Mike. Everyone had a lot of fun, on this day Nick, Andi and Mike and Nathan went fishing. Nicole and Wyatt went to visit the animals. There were shows and displays, I am told a good time was had by all.. I was given this picture of Wyatt and Nicole with some Macaws. I knew better, but the first thing out of my mouth was "Is that bird alive." The answer is "Yes, he just likes to play dead." We already knew parrots have a sense of humor, this one is a bit much.<br />
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I finally swam in the new pool yesterday. It took over a week for the water to warm up enough. I like cool bath tub temperatures. I like the new shape. We went from a round pool to an oval. It isn't as big across but it is longer but it doesn't seem like it. The pool really does seem bigger. The pool is also about six inches deeper, so it is more fun for everyone who wants to be in the deep end so to speak. We will know Wyatt is growing for sure when He will be able to touch the bottom and have his face above the water. Right now, it comes to his eyebrows. I really am glad we decided to replace the pool after the storm.<br />
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I have been working for PDQ Notary for a year now. I am so lucky to have found a part time job that I really like. I get to do the best part of my old job and get paid for it. My boss is great and lets his people do their job and appreciates what we do. I hope I can keep on doing this until I can't drive to closings anymore.<br />
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Denny Stauth died a few weeks ago. He was the best man at our wedding and was married to my friend Kay. He was Ray's room mate when they came to Wichita to go to school. We were close friends until he and Kay divorced and Denny went looking for something else. Ray or I talked to him every now and then, but there wasn't a connection there anymore. Views and politics were just part of it. We always felt that Denny could not relate to our place in life and we never got the sense that he was ever comfortable in any of the places he was at in his life. It makes you think a bit more about your mortality when you are our age, but if we want to be in denial, we think about the fact that smoking did a lot make Denny's last years less comfortable. If I wanted to be philosophical, I tell myself that no one gets out of here alive. I haven't asked Ray what he thinks.<br />
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The men went fishing two weekends ago. Theresa and I went out to eat and I then drove around Wichita for a while. Theresa had not been to the Keeper of the Plains and Riverside Park. This was the first pretty weather since all the rain, lots of people were out enjoying the evening just like we were. The water was still very high, lots of the sidewalks along the water were covered making it difficult to go from one place to the next on foot, but it is fun to pretend we have a big river every now and then. We also went to Central Riverside and North Riverside Parks. I tend to forget how pretty the parks are. We must do a family picnic one Sunday down there before the weather gets too cold.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-20244597835064073852013-08-20T20:52:00.001-05:002013-08-20T20:52:52.783-05:00School Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wyatt started second grade last week. Andrea started pre-kindergarten today. She had been on the waiting list for the program and Nicole learned she had a spot on Friday. Yesterday was a physical and vaccinations and today it was meeting Mrs. Shipman and her class. There was a little boy wailing like he was abandoned there. I was afraid Andi would cry in sympathy, but she looked at him as if to ask. "What is his problem" When we left, she was busy with an activity. Wyatt likes second grade quite well. There are a couple of children there that he has been going to school since he was in PreK. Wyatt's teacher is Mrs. Marrs. She is very nice. I don't remember my teachers being as nice as these ladies are. Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-27056513394102152962013-07-05T11:56:00.000-05:002013-07-05T11:56:51.613-05:00It is a ill wind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have to start this post noting, that I have never been at home when bad weather strikes.The two tornadoes that passed within blocks of our house, I was safely away. The same this time when straight line winds clocked at 89 miles an hour hit Haysville on June 27th. I like to think this is a blessing since I don't have to experience the fear that goes along with being in these storms. But there is this tiny part of me that hates having missed it all.<br />
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As a result, I have other stories to tell. This time, Nicole and her family had come over for a swim, just as Ray was leaving for a meeting and I was going to a closing not far away. It was overcast, but not stormy. I didn't think much about the storm that blew in a bit later, it was windy and the power went out. I did the signing by flashlight. That was enough adventure for me. Nicole called me part way through and asked if I was safe. Of course I was, she said it was like a tornado outside. I said we were OK and hung up. I finished my closing and came home, it took me three different tries to get to the house. Trees were down blocking streets everywhere. <br />
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Once I got home, it looked like a tornado had gone through, except the houses were still there. Branches and trees all over the place. Our back yard was hit worse than the front, because that is where our big trees are. The grand kids came running out more excited than I had ever seen them. This was the scariest thing they had ever lived through.<br />
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Their story told by their parents was that everyone was swimming when they notice a cloud coming in from the north. Suddenly there was dust in the air, so everyone hurried out of the pool to go inside. Before they could go the fifteen feet from the pool to the house, the wind hit. My grand son Wyatt was banging on the patio door, yelling "Let me in, we are all going to die." The children went downstairs to the storm shelter. Nicole and Nick stayed upstairs looking out the patio door. Then the branches started coming down, making the loudest cracks and crashes. I heard some of this after I got home, so I can imagine how frightening it was. Just a matter of minutes and it was gone.<br />
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Our pool is destroyed, the patio cover has to be replaced and a corner of the roof of the house has to be repaired. We are waiting for the insurance company to get back to us on what we will have to work with.<br />
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Nick, Ray and Andrew worked on cleaning up here and over at the Blomberg's house from Friday through Sunday. We were lucky, a lady over by Nick and Nicole's had a huge tree come uprooted and fall on her house. It will be interesting to see how that is repaired. However, when it comes down to straight line wind or a tornado, I will take the wind.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-76209664017682558482013-05-30T10:03:00.001-05:002013-05-30T10:03:34.180-05:00Nicole's Birthday and the year of the amazing cake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nicole turned 31 on May 9th. We always hover between doing something fancy and just going home made. This year the cake made everything great. Nick had been looking around for a nice bakery cake, but ran out of time to order one. He saw a cake decorating book at Lowe's and decided that he could do this. He arranged with Theresa to make a cake and he decorated it himself. The base of the shoe is a cupcake. Nick did all the decorating himself. I assume Theresa coached as necessary. The end result was this great cake. Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-76169544413356192902013-05-30T09:55:00.002-05:002013-05-30T09:55:18.540-05:00Graduation Cards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made some graduation cards this year. A friend asked me to make some for her along with the two graduates I had to acknowledge myself. All of the cards except the one on the bottom used a step card design and cuts from my Silhouette Cameo. I really like the flexibility that using designs from the Silhouette library offered me. The step cards give you a real opportunity to have dimension and depth to the design. The red cards used card stock and Konnichwa paper. The other cards used gray and white card stock and a variety of the graduation paper available this year. I am not certain why black and silver are the primary colors, but it looks good. All of the cards except the swivel middle card have gift card holders which also provide space to sign the card.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-35934401545697236102013-05-30T09:45:00.000-05:002013-05-30T09:45:00.986-05:00The Princess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Andi likes to dress up like a princess. I have to give her credit, unlike her brother who believed he WAS Spiderman for a couple of years, it is all make believe. There are criticisms going around about little girls buying into the princess mystique. I don't know that it is all that bad. At Andi's age, I think I wanted to be a horse. You tell me who dresses better. Nicole made Andrea a new princess gown and got her a new tiara. Now I know I am biased, but I think she is the cutest thing going. She looks so much like her mother at the same age. <br />
There are times the Princess image goes against the Destructicon image. She is just as likely to break the tiara as to keep it in good condition. But then she is just a little girl, things will change. I want to remember the times like this.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-61446159376355970792013-05-30T09:35:00.000-05:002013-05-30T09:35:20.186-05:00Picnic in the Park<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wednesday May 22nd was Wyatt's last day of school. He will be going to the second grade next year but that is the last thing on his mind right now. Wyatt, Andrea and Nicole came over the the house after picking him up from school. Andrea prommptly informed me that we were going to have a picnic and that the food would be "borrowed from me". Nicole and Andrea went to the store to pick up a few things while I made tuna salad sandwiches. Everything was put in the old Radio Flyer and off to the park we went. I love living across from the park, it makes it easy to do activities like this. Once we got there, we spread the quilt on the ground. This was another edict from Princess Andrea and Papa was not amused . He would have preferred a table. Everyone ate, Papa left to run an errand and Wyatt and Andrea went to play. Nicole and I relaxed on the quilt, keeping an eye out for wild frisbies. The day was beautiful and everyone had a great time. I appreciate the fact that Andrea's idea made Wyatt's last day of school special.Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01933192105123124100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463316105343195652.post-79857290420009349452013-05-30T09:19:00.001-05:002013-05-30T09:19:42.334-05:00Squirrels<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have a lot of squirrels around here. Our neighbor has a huge cottonwood tree that I am convinced is the larges squirrel condo around here. We feed them in the winter in a failed attempt to keep them away from the bird feeders. We don't feed them in the summer and they attempt to mooch off the hummingbird feeder, usually successfully. However, we find them to be amusing, so their attempts to control the yard do not bother us that much.<br />
This year was the first time we had seen a mother squirrel out showing her children the world. The family spent several days, education time is short is the squirrel world, walking along our fence and getting to know the neighborhood. The young ones are now on their own and doing their own thing. I caught one relaxing on a bench in the back yard a couple of days ago.<br />
It won't be long before I will have them barking at me for disturbing their activities when I go into the yard. At least the squirrels don't throw things at me like some of their ancestors did at our cats.<br />
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