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Let Sleeping Ducks Lie

Here is the photo that I wanted to post yesterday...





Here's what happened to my site...

Somehow the coding got messed up. When I tried to post a photo (proper sized), it would bump the sidebars down to the bottom of the template. It would also not display anything after the photo-code. Also, it would not let me enter any coding.

I think (????) I know what happened. I enabled the new mobile-friendly code they (blogger) offered, but I did not continue reading that it is only for traditional blogger templates; mine has been highly altered.

So, how did I fix it? Well, I have a few testing blogs that I use to test new templates and new coding configurations. Currently, one of these blogs has the same template (minus all the widgets),as my main site, so I just deleted the template on my site and replaced it with the one on my testing site which solved the problem.

Quake Attack Part Deux

***NOTE: for some reason, when I placed this photo (properly sized) after the first paragraph, Blogger did not show the rest of the content AND it threw my sidebars to the bottom of the template, so I had to delete the photo until I can figure out what the heck they are doing. I will post the photo in a separate post when I get this mess sorted out. Thank you for your patience.


This is one pair of at least two that frequent our yard several times a day. This time, instead of sleeping in the grass by our back door (one of their favorite spots) they chose the feeder itself. Based on my vast duck-keeping experience, this is one way I know that they are probably out of food. However, last Saturday, they let us know in a more direct fashion.

Last Saturday, my wife was planting our veggies in the garden, when the ducks decided to pay a visit. They flew in and waddled over to the feeder to begin their mid-day meal. Unfortunately, there was not enough food, so Mr. and Mrs. Duck decide to take matters into their own beaks and go straight to the top...my wife. She watched them come over to the berm and then Mr. Duck climbed the stairs and, while looking directly at my wife, began quacking at her. He then walked down, looked back at her, then walked right back up and quacked again. Seeing that his point had been made, he walked back down where both he and Mrs. Duck gave a final admonitory quack and then flew off.

Needless to say, after my wife told us about this, she went ahead and restocked their their food supply. Later that afternoon, they came back and were perfectly content to enjoy their repast and settle down in the grass and rest.