Well, I'll be ducked

We was home last night doing what we do at night. Don't be nosy, OK ? All of a sudden, there was this penetrating piping noise & in marched these two little tackers

All of about 2 days old they were. They just marched in the back door proclaiming their presence. After I trapped them, Herself took them down to a neighbour who is in the bird breeding game. She even has an incubator. I'll spare you the gory details, but neither survived. While on the avian theme, you have heard me mention Mr Bird, the Thrush that supervises all out door activity's here & even dines out of the dog's bowl in the back porch. He very nearly met a very sticky end yesterday. Fattums came round the corner of the house proudly carrying him in her mouth. A few words of praise from herself & one proud miaouw later, he was on his way at warp 9.

On a serious note, tomorrow is the 11th day of the 11th month. Take a minute of time at 1100 O'clock to reflect on the sacrifices made by my Grand Parent's generation. My Grand Parents lost two sons in that dreadful conflict we remember as World War 1. The war to end all wars. So please, take a minute of your time to reflect to this track by a Canadian singer, Terry Kelly called' " A Pittance of Time."