Hanging With The Buffleheads

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Buffleheads In The Morning

It's just after 7:00, another gray morning, with a raft, close to sixty, buffleheads, dunking and diving in front of our house, just like last night, when we sat enjoying a glass of wine and watching them skitter about.  I am not sure what has attracted them to the front yard of the lake but it makes for an interesting morning and evening. They remind me of Little Toots, the tiny tugboat made popular in the 1950's children's book called Little Toot.

Buffleheads In The Early Evening

A Male And His Harem

Yesterday was spent watching the guys dig in our backyard, as they tried to find the leak in the line which goes to our house.  Before they started digging, they pulled out the pump from our well and changed it for a new one, which was an easy enough job.  Then they started digging, making little progress as the ditch they dug would quickly fill up with water.  This necessitated their driving back to the office, to pick up a sump pump.  So on they worked until about 1:00 when they realized it might take them till nightfall to get to the problem, if then.  It was then that they made a command decision, to call in Roger with his backhoe.  Unfortunately, no one could get in touch with him, so all action stopped and the guys left, with the promise to jerry rig our water until we got a backhoe in and the problem was fixed.  So that was the morning.  I watched them on and off in between respites from watching the Cavs game I saved from Monday night and a part of Houston/San Antonio game. While I wasted the morning, Evie drove to Jamestown, to the physical therapist, for an appointment to deal with her TMJ.  She will be going twice a week to see if it offers some relief.

The Guys Struggle In The Mud And Rain

Evie returned with groceries around 1:00, having done some shopping at both Sam's Club and Wegmans.  I was eating lunch, the leftover enchiladas and watching another episode of Spiral.  The rest of the afternoon was our usual, reading, watching some TV and napping until around 4:30 when the guys returned, with the boss, Phil, who seemed to be the only one who knew what he was doing, rigging a garden hose to the pump and sending water into our system through the outside spigot, an interesting and efficient way to bypass the broken line.  So we have water, albeit it muddy until the line is fixed, hopefully some time this afternoon when the backhoe guy comes, Enshallah.

Because we had water, we both breathed a sign of relief and enjoy an extended wine time, with cheese, crackers and to celebrate, pepperoni.  We sat watching the buffleheads play, then suddenly fly off en masse, then return maybe 15 minutes later. Dinner was something Evie found in the freezer, beans and potato soup and pork chops.  The soup was great, the pork chops almost inedible for some reason, so we threw them out.  We watched the final episode of American Crime, with an ending that left most of the conflicts hanging, then BETTER CALL SAUL, which spent as much time on Gus as on Saul and his problems with his nutty brother.  We went upstairs around 11:00 and I finished my Michael Connelly novel, THE WRONG SIDE OF GOODBYE as Bosch solves two cases and lives to fight another day.  And I started another Ward Just novel, A DANGEROUS FRIEND, set in Saigon in 1965.