A Tuesday's Adventure

Today we went for a stroll to the end of our street and discovered a pleasant walkway trailing along a small river. A number of strange birds left off foraging in the grass and waddled my way. These birds look half-duck half-turkey so I call them durkeys. To them I probably looked like a source of free food. To me they looked like a source of free food too, but I let them be.

Would you like to see a heron fly? Me too, as the following video shows ...

 If your tablet doesn't run videos, here's a still shot

of two durkeys ...

 ... and a flying heron.

Carol on the walkway.

Most cars we see in condo parking lots have Quebec license plates and other walkers passing us often say Bonjour. On se sent pas mal chez nous.

After supper we dressed up and drove off to our midweek meeting. We didn't recognize a soul. Half of the attendees were white. Where was the congregation we knew? A circuit overseer was visiting a neighboring congregation this week and the Tuesday night slot was ceded to them. There was no announcement last week because there was no meeting due to the circuit assembly. Whatever. So we saw how another congregation handles the new meeting format.

Arriving home, and just before we started up the stairs to our place, we passed two women with a small white dog. The dog chose to follow me. Dogs and durkeys, they love me. The woman called for her dog but he continued following me upstairs. We stopped, the woman repeatedly called her dog to come down, but no dice. We continued up and the woman had to come up a flight of stairs to retrieve her dog.

"Hey, Ed, wait for me!"