Beautiful Country, in which Sundays you can function normally. Antykatolickim I was never a radical, but it's always surprised me Polish mania encircle the seventh week of the cult of uniqueness. Here, in a city ruled by the Anglo-Saxons from the blood and bones (well, sometimes by choice), Sunday is no different from almost nothing ordinary Monday or Friday, except that the offices are closed, and parks are hard to break through the armies of joggers, cyclists and skaters, who use every spare moment, get some fresh air. Because you need to know that Vancouver is incredibly focused on the sport - are there hundreds of kilometers of bicycle paths, acres of green parks, countless cross-country skiing trails, beach volleyball courts, free tennis courts, golf courses in the city center, and of course pitch baseballi, footballi and other soccerow! However
vancouverska last Sunday was not quite ordinary - in fact here we celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday! In this context, we were invited by Maynardow Telfa son and his fiancee Natascha (Manilow - after his father, Polish immigrant!) For the first time in my life, Thanksgiving Day - here it is treated on a par with the feast of Christmas and Easter, both with Mike so we felt very honored being able to participate in it. It was wonderfully: We ate the pasta in a traditional yamow (African sweet potatoes), cranberry mousse, pumpkin pie and a whole host of other delicatessen, drank surprisingly delicious Canadian Okanagan wine region, and at the end of each played for the piano or guitar (also tried duets!) then gradually wyturlalismy August with located on the first floor lounge Telf'owego home.
Unfortunately, the magic of this enchanting evening was just a momentary escape from the joyful mood of mourning, in which from a few days there is a whole our farm. It is true that we do not have crosses in poultry houses, but still Our thoughts are with all of its inhabitants-Well, on Friday night racoon or some other kajouti kidnapped with him, our duck. Mama Duck probably died a heroic death defending their eight ducklings from predators attack, who did not leave any traces. The only trace of this awful crime is simply 'no duck'! However, due to lack of evidence for this hypothesis has been suggested that in the kidnapping of ducks could take part the Russians, who could mix the Mame duck with a turkey, and then served to me on the thanksgiving table. The case is not simple, so in order to solve the riddle, we take into account the vocation committee identify the aggressor. But none will change the fate of the committee did not duck the orphans, who since the death of the mother remain in a permanent depression, and strongly refuse to sleep in the house and barykaduja August night in the stables with the horses.
only creature, whose disappearance we have not addressed the Ducks so is Charlie. Charlie is my new friend - we met a few days ago and immediately We liked each other. It is true that he is a little timid and taciturn, but still get along without words. Charlie is a lot younger than me and treats me like a little brother - everywhere it behind me, I want to do the same thing as me and in general is staring at me like in the picture. Most of the time we spend together working in the garden - while I tear out the weeds and baths, Charlie sitting on a bed of waiting for the worms. Charlie is five weeks since Duck (though really it's probably a duck, but it would be silly to him now mix in my head and change the name), and his presence at home is the result of Jordan's unsuccessful courtship of female colleagues. Jordan wanted to impress her, and once for a birthday sprezentowal getting his bearings, whose earlier beadle SP Mama Duck. But the girl's parents have not agreed in August to keep poultry at home, and that's how Jordan became his adoptive mother. Since then, sleep together, eat meals, and only when the Jordan goes to school and leave me under the tutelage of Charlie Mike, and we (mostly Mike) we go eat worms on time, fly and win the duels look stupid dog world - Soda. Soda is a topic for a separate story, but it should be noted that this is representative of the Australian Shepherd breed, which it was once bred specifically for hunting for ducks .... So Charlie goes heavy workout, and indeed we think it will grow a real macho kaczo!
Speaking of Charlie, he scored last niezla blunder ... But before we tell you what happened, I should note that Charlie often sits down with us (and indeed is on) the table, when jointly with Maynardami eat dinner and be treated as a full participant in consumption (instead of the worms then gets spaghetti, which pulls faster than many Italiano). And already the Thanksgiving Rick (head family, vegan and a great lover of animals) took the floor and replacing all of the table mentioned that among us there is no just Charlie. To which I laughed and blurted out: "Oh yes, and blushing peel oranges." Rick looked at me, then in such a way that I understood the flight, and ducks on a farm Southlands are located in the hierarchy of the herd a lot higher than wwoofersow :-)
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