Two-Headed Bird!

Yep, that’s a two-headed bird you see there.  Further down you will find more pictures of the elegant Sandhill Cranes who reside in and near our park.  They serve as wandering yard art, pacing in and out of rows of RVs, casting a curious eye at the occasional plastic pink flamingo, and bleating bird-style when strangers approach too closely.

They know who belongs, and who does not.  Who is naughty, and who is nice.  Dawny and I must qualify as nice because they barely bleat at us any more when we walk near them.

FullSizeRender-1140Dawny has certainly taken a turn, not just for the nicer, but for the magnificent.  Many of our friends have complemented her on this.  Not only does she behave with total respect around the Sandhill Cranes, she is doing great with the other dogs in the park.  Bigger dogs are still a challenge, but it has been manageable, and that is all I ask.

Her charming side is absolutely blossoming.  A few days ago, we joined a group of campers walking the rounds, singing Christmas Carols.  She was delighted to be a member of the troupe.  Had a great big doggy grin plastered across her face.  Totally ignored other doggies–even the bigger ones–as she walked around with this funny little pack of people singing their hearts out (especially fun after Miss Rose thanked us for our song by serving spiked eggnog).

FullSizeRender-1138I do get out some without my faithful sidekick.  Once or twice a week, I bring my needlepoint project to the activities center and join the ladies’ crafting group, also known as the Stitch-n-Bitch Club, according to Miss Rose.  (The men’s group is called the Whittlers and Whiners).  It’s fun.  Stitching in time to laughter, sharing, and caring, with an occasional gripe or gossipy tidbit thrown in to spice up the soup.

Amidst all of this fun, chores have not been neglected.  This week, I washed six months of dirt samples, bug bodies, and road grime that had been plastered on our house/vehicle, collected from Texas to Tennessee, Virginia to Florida.  It took three days, starting with the roof.  Boy, I had to be on top of my game that morning, crawling around the roof with sponge, hose, and soapy suds.

FullSizeRender-1148There’s often a spirited debate on RV forums about which is better:  a motorhome or a vehicle pulling a trailer of some sort.  Well bath-time is certainly a point in favor of the motorhome.  I can wash my vehicle and my house all in one go.  Heck, if I put on my bathing suit and pack along the shampoo, I could kill three birds with one… er… feed three birds with one berry.  That’s an expression my son invented when he was small.  He could not accept the idea that killing birds with stones could signify anything remotely positive.  Gotta give that kid a lot of credit.  And I do.  I do.

Now, back to my bathing efficiency idea …  Wouldn’t that provide some interesting fodder for the Stitch-n-Bitch Club!

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