It’s official. Just before bed last night it was quite clear that Nick’s drake feather popped. Was 99% sure, because of his quack, he was a boy – but didn’t want to make assumptions. Not one of my ducks sounds the same, so figured no reason not to wait until we had a definitive answer.
Without further ado, here are Nick and his drake feather:
So it’s officially Nick and Nora. If they open their own detective agency, I’m sure it’ll make a good story…
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It’s been 100 degrees plus here and I’ve been gone for a week, so I did something I don’t normally do – I bought Bixby a birthday gift. He turned 7 yesterday. Feels like he was just a puppy a minute ago.
I needed a little change of view for a week. It’s been restorative.
Despite rushing to pack and get last-minute stuff done for the housesitter, I managed to capture the duckteens playing “stop the sprinkler.”
So this tornado was visible from here, but it was a good 15 miles away, so we were fine.
Look how it just stalled over the area:
There have been bigger tornadoes here (including just a couple miles from my house), but this one took everyone by surprise – it’s a landspout – my understanding is it started from the ground up and there was absolutely no warning and it just kept growing and it was soooo slow, I swear it sat in one spot for 5 or so minutes.
A landspout is a tornado with a narrow, rope-like condensation funnel that forms while the thunderstorm cloud is still growing and there is no rotating updraft – the spinning motion originates near the ground. Waterspouts are similar to landspouts, except they occur over water.
Damage assessments are ongoing – sounds like livestock and outbuildings so far.
This is rare for her – she doesn’t usually snuggle with a stuffie, that’s a Bixby thing.
Not sure what wore them out today, unless it was watching me mow the lawn.
I walked outside and startled a huge hawk that was sitting on the roof, watching the ducks. When it flew off, the duckteens completely freaked out. Took a while before Nora stopped yelling.
When you’re trying to write and you can feel someone behind you. Staring.
(If she hadn’t been the culprit here, she’d be welcome)