One nice breezy but warm afternoon, we were out on the patio just relaxing and enjoying the beauty that surrounds us. Joann was in her Hammock which was swaying ever so lightly in the breeze. I'd hoped she was relaxing but no, you could almost hear the thoughts computing in her brain.Â
She was devising a plan to relocate the Humming Bird feeder to another tree limb, one in plain sight of our patio chairs.
In its present location, Bill could reach it with a ladder but the new location Joann selected is surrounded by a steep fall away and reaching it with the ladder was impossible.Â
The Annie Oakley in her came out.Â
She got a 20 foot long lead ordinarily used to tie the dog to the stake. One end has a hook the other a coiled wire and a hook; it is quite heavy but just right to throw over a branch that would hold the feeder.Â
She threw and threw again. Sometimes it missed all together, other times it snagged in surrounding branches. One time it got stuck and after a good tug, it came free and slapped her right on the shoulder.Â
Undaunted, she tried from above and below and even had Bill hold onto her around her waist while she dangled over the edge of the porch. Once, he let go and barely caught her by the shirt tail.Â
Finally she got it looped and, after tying the cord to the other end, pulled the whole of it around to tie off and attach the feeder.Â
After all this, she got back into the Hammock and finally relaxed but I was worn out from watching all this excitement. So I will say--
Love and prayers from here to there
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