He was ready to go crazy dog on them!
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He was ready to go crazy dog on them!
Nah, not yet but I'm cautiously optimistic.
...I hope the dream continues, you deserve to never wake up my friend...
Well they have been knowen to get aggressive I think it's the males. I just stay away from them. This one that moletsed me with his head, I was walking to close to his babies.. he comes waddling up squacking and head buts me squacking and I was like um ok bird, good buy.. lol
I also like watching other birds, I have a thing with gulls or seas gulls, they are cute and fun to watch but they are stupid birds and eat garbage. Once they where trying to eat styrofoam, and a dried out hamburger, so I tossed it in the garbage can, and feed them spathe rest of my lunch that.i had not eatten
Oh, please. I can't be the only one here who's interested in cemeteries?
i don't know about anyone else, but personally speaking i avoid them unless forced to go. they're not exactly pleasant reminders. i'm into macabre things in the fictional sense, not so much in real life.
Maddie likes spooky houses and buildings, it might also extend to cemeteries?
The male Canadian goose is the protector. Don't get near his lady, or his babies.
My dad treated those geese like babies! The compound he built for them had a big water hole that dad had dug out for them, and he built nests for them out of pine tree limbs. Sort of like a tipi. During the fall, he would turn them out of the pen to wander in the field, and late afternoon they would go back in the pen when dad would feed them.
The game warden kept an eye on them. Dad was only allowed so many birds to have.
My dad treated those geese like babies! The compound he built for them had a big water hole that dad had dug out for them, and he built nests for them out of pine tree limbs. Sort of like a tipi. During the fall, he would turn them out of the pen to wander in the field, and late afternoon they would go back in the pen when dad would feed them.
The game warden kept an eye on them. Dad was only allowed so many birds to have.
I love old cemeteries! Do you take photos of the stones? Have you done etchings? When we went to Charleston, SC a few years ago, I spent several hours exploring Magnolia Cemetery. Some of the older graves and crypts are beautiful. There was another cemetery next to it that had a really creepy looking chapel. Both were so cool.
Share some of your experiences......I'd love to see/hear about them!
We have two old members, the backwards sisters. Each year they take a vacation to explore old and haunted places including cemeteries.
At my part-time job I have some very interesting regular customers.
The Imam from the local mosque who always brings young men in and looks for me (knowing I will joke around with him) to show them they need not always be apprehensive because of their religion, and that they can relax and have some fun with other people about everyday experiences. I remember once when he was looking for a snowblower for the mosque’s parking lot. I showed him one and told him it’s powerful enough to throw the snow over into the Christian church’s parking lot. The younger guys he had with him suddenly became concerned and said that they would never want to do anything like that. The Imam took the opportunity to teach them that they don’t always need to be so serious about their religion. That they need to ‘read’ the person they were interacting with to know how to communicate in kind.
There’s Crazy Mary who comes in 15 minutes before closing almost 4 days a week, heads straight for my department, and always causes us to close late and hold up our power equipment usage.
There’s Big Bob the retired Marine who buys inner tubes almost every week for his tractor. The contractor who built his house left nails all over his property. He would rather buy countless inner tubes and fight for months on end with the contractor rather then get a magnet dragging tool I showed him that contractors use clean up nails after a job. Whenever I see him I shake my head an ask... Not another inner tube? He laughs and says, yeah, it may be stupid but its become a matter of principle.
Isabelle, who will only deal with me because she thinks I’m the only non-racist person in the store and because I treat her like one of my family.
One is a guy who has moved here from India for a high level tech job. He was completely unfamiliar with American’s obsession with their yards. He didn’t know anything about yard work nor had any equipment. But he was fascinated with the whole thing and has taken the maintenance of his yard to the extreme. Originally, he wanted the biggest and best of everything. I convinced him he didn’t need everything and should only spend his money on things that matches the needs to the needs and size of his property. He came in religiously every Saturday or Sunday with questions and new needs. He had taken to calling me “Mr Google” because he thinks I know everything about lawns, chemicals and outdoor power equipment. He came in this past Saturday and headed straight for me. He showed me pictures of his immaculate pampered lawn with patches of light green grass that was driving him crazy, and wanted something to get rid of it. He even brought in some of the grass to show me. He thought it was crabgrass but I told him it looked and felt more like poa annua or poa trivialis, and is near impossible to get rid of (I know because my acre lawn is loaded with it and I’ve declared defeat... and have come to like the light grassy weed). He didn’t like my answer. I told him his best bet, if he wanted a quick fix, was to cut out the invasive grass (and don’t use something like Roundup because nothing will grow in that area for months) and then reseed it. Then use a pre-emergent herbicide in the fall to prevent germination, which takes place at this time and spreads the grassy weed. Or if he had lots of money he could order a herbicide called ‘Certainty’ over the Internet, which specifically targets that type of grassy week, but it’s almost $100 for a little over an ounce. He said he was going to order it. I told him this was my last day here as seasonal employment was coming to an end. He said... ‘Oh, no, what am I going to do without Mr Google?’ He reached into his pocket and wanted to give me a sizable tip for all the help I’ve provide him this season. I said I never take tips but (as I tell everyone who offers me a tip) if he was in a giving mood to donate it to some charity.
The man and woman who came in looking for a lawn mower for their 12 year old son who was going to mow lawns over the summer as his summer job. I asked about the terrain of their neighbor’s properties and made a recommendation of a Husqvarna RWD mower with a Honda engine that was solidly built, had large rear wheels, that would require little maintenance, had the Autowalk feature that matches the users desired walking speed, had a good warranty, and would handle the variety of properties best. He wanted his son to get a cheap bottom-of-the-line push mower just like he had. She told him it was their only child and she was not about to make him suffer 6-8 hours a day mowing laws because he was a cheap SOB. He walked away mad and she purchased the model I suggested. A few days later she came back in and told me that mower almost caused them a divorce. It seems when her husband took the mower home he got it ready and used it on his yard in order to test it out. He loved it. Afterward, he made an announcement that it was now HIS mower and their son could have his cheap push mower to mow lawns. She said it got real ugly, real fast. She had come in to buy another one of those mowers for their son. She said her husband asked before she came in... 'what would they do with his old mower?' She said she told him where he could stick his old mower.
The couple on Friday evening that couldn’t agree on anything. I told the guy to just go with his wife’s recommendation because it was sound and her choice in lawn tractors met their needs better because of the size and the terrain of the property, and why it was easier to use. And if he got the one he wanted and it didn’t meet their needs, she would probably make his life a living hell. She said “I like this guy." He conceded and got her choice. A few weeks later he came in and thanked me... saying in the end she was absolutely right but would never tell her that. I said go out an buy her some flowers or chocolate and thank her for convincing you to go with her choice... because, believe me, it will buy you some good mojo for years to come.
I could go on with story after story. I think what I am going to miss most until next spring is the great cast of characters, regulars, and helping them out.
The Imam from the local mosque who always brings young men in and looks for me (knowing I will joke around with him) to show them they need not always be apprehensive because of their religion, and that they can relax and have some fun with other people about everyday experiences. I remember once when he was looking for a snowblower for the mosque’s parking lot. I showed him one and told him it’s powerful enough to throw the snow over into the Christian church’s parking lot. The younger guys he had with him suddenly became concerned and said that they would never want to do anything like that. The Imam took the opportunity to teach them that they don’t always need to be so serious about their religion. That they need to ‘read’ the person they were interacting with to know how to communicate in kind.
There’s Crazy Mary who comes in 15 minutes before closing almost 4 days a week, heads straight for my department, and always causes us to close late and hold up our power equipment usage.
There’s Big Bob the retired Marine who buys inner tubes almost every week for his tractor. The contractor who built his house left nails all over his property. He would rather buy countless inner tubes and fight for months on end with the contractor rather then get a magnet dragging tool I showed him that contractors use clean up nails after a job. Whenever I see him I shake my head an ask... Not another inner tube? He laughs and says, yeah, it may be stupid but its become a matter of principle.
Isabelle, who will only deal with me because she thinks I’m the only non-racist person in the store and because I treat her like one of my family.
One is a guy who has moved here from India for a high level tech job. He was completely unfamiliar with American’s obsession with their yards. He didn’t know anything about yard work nor had any equipment. But he was fascinated with the whole thing and has taken the maintenance of his yard to the extreme. Originally, he wanted the biggest and best of everything. I convinced him he didn’t need everything and should only spend his money on things that matches the needs to the needs and size of his property. He came in religiously every Saturday or Sunday with questions and new needs. He had taken to calling me “Mr Google” because he thinks I know everything about lawns, chemicals and outdoor power equipment. He came in this past Saturday and headed straight for me. He showed me pictures of his immaculate pampered lawn with patches of light green grass that was driving him crazy, and wanted something to get rid of it. He even brought in some of the grass to show me. He thought it was crabgrass but I told him it looked and felt more like poa annua or poa trivialis, and is near impossible to get rid of (I know because my acre lawn is loaded with it and I’ve declared defeat... and have come to like the light grassy weed). He didn’t like my answer. I told him his best bet, if he wanted a quick fix, was to cut out the invasive grass (and don’t use something like Roundup because nothing will grow in that area for months) and then reseed it. Then use a pre-emergent herbicide in the fall to prevent germination, which takes place at this time and spreads the grassy weed. Or if he had lots of money he could order a herbicide called ‘Certainty’ over the Internet, which specifically targets that type of grassy week, but it’s almost $100 for a little over an ounce. He said he was going to order it. I told him this was my last day here as seasonal employment was coming to an end. He said... ‘Oh, no, what am I going to do without Mr Google?’ He reached into his pocket and wanted to give me a sizable tip for all the help I’ve provide him this season. I said I never take tips but (as I tell everyone who offers me a tip) if he was in a giving mood to donate it to some charity.
The man and woman who came in looking for a lawn mower for their 12 year old son who was going to mow lawns over the summer as his summer job. I asked about the terrain of their neighbor’s properties and made a recommendation of a Husqvarna RWD mower with a Honda engine that was solidly built, had large rear wheels, that would require little maintenance, had the Autowalk feature that matches the users desired walking speed, had a good warranty, and would handle the variety of properties best. He wanted his son to get a cheap bottom-of-the-line push mower just like he had. She told him it was their only child and she was not about to make him suffer 6-8 hours a day mowing laws because he was a cheap SOB. He walked away mad and she purchased the model I suggested. A few days later she came back in and told me that mower almost caused them a divorce. It seems when her husband took the mower home he got it ready and used it on his yard in order to test it out. He loved it. Afterward, he made an announcement that it was now HIS mower and their son could have his cheap push mower to mow lawns. She said it got real ugly, real fast. She had come in to buy another one of those mowers for their son. She said her husband asked before she came in... 'what would they do with his old mower?' She said she told him where he could stick his old mower.
The couple on Friday evening that couldn’t agree on anything. I told the guy to just go with his wife’s recommendation because it was sound and her choice in lawn tractors met their needs better because of the size and the terrain of the property, and why it was easier to use. And if he got the one he wanted and it didn’t meet their needs, she would probably make his life a living hell. She said “I like this guy." He conceded and got her choice. A few weeks later he came in and thanked me... saying in the end she was absolutely right but would never tell her that. I said go out an buy her some flowers or chocolate and thank her for convincing you to go with her choice... because, believe me, it will buy you some good mojo for years to come.
I could go on with story after story. I think what I am going to miss most until next spring is the great cast of characters, regulars, and helping them out.
Sounds like you have an interesting mix of customers. If you start missing them too much, You can always help me sharpen some sticks
With your new found spare time.... write the book. Adventures In Seasonal Part Time Land!
I need to save my blue ribbon on this computer, because this deserves one.
Can I use a Laguna REVO wood lathe? Love my man tools.Sounds like you have an interesting mix of customers. If you start missing them too much, You can always help me sharpen some sticks
As long as I get to use it too!Can I use a Laguna REVO wood lathe? Love my man tools.
I used to love typhoon season when he lived on Okinawa: potential days off school, getting emergency supplies of water and candles ready, the chance of destruction. I imagine my parents didn't find it as exciting
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