Post by Leslie Sarkany on Mar 27, 2013 14:16:46 GMT -5
From the land of the Bluenose.....raining with a high wind. This bouy was no chicken and left to try a swing at the local tot lot where the rug rats roost. The trip was swift.
A couple of old mag pies were puffin on their cigarettes as I approached the swing area. Apparently they were out walking their dogs which were so small that a bald eagle could swallow one in one gulp. Yappy little things. Gave me the sniff and lost interest. Had to duck under the slide where a piece of cutlery was found as well as a few coppers. Luck was gone. Felt as if an albatross was hung around me neck. By the lots "rall" I pulled out my swan. Silver with 4 hallmarks! First ring of the year.
Continued the dig like a booby in the pouring rain. Got darker and this bouy is no nighthawk, packed up, took a right tern and headed back to the nest.
A couple of old mag pies were puffin on their cigarettes as I approached the swing area. Apparently they were out walking their dogs which were so small that a bald eagle could swallow one in one gulp. Yappy little things. Gave me the sniff and lost interest. Had to duck under the slide where a piece of cutlery was found as well as a few coppers. Luck was gone. Felt as if an albatross was hung around me neck. By the lots "rall" I pulled out my swan. Silver with 4 hallmarks! First ring of the year.
Continued the dig like a booby in the pouring rain. Got darker and this bouy is no nighthawk, packed up, took a right tern and headed back to the nest.
