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A very late Happy Birthday to Rachel, the Momma of exactly half of the future rulers of the world. 

Here's a pic of the Bishop super kids practising with their nunchucks. If the 'chucks don't make you give up, their smiles will.
 

We've been busy running around getting the old goat's heart plugged up and getting annuals on ourselves. And thanks to the "I need to water my garden Lady", it is STILL raining. 

An update on Jon. He is still in Sudbury, improving every day and getting rehab on his right leg three times a day. 


Last Saturday we had a dinner at The Estate for Squire James who drove all the way up Yonge Street with his old friend Davide, from Italy. The whole crowd showed up for Jose's chicken and ribs with cheesy potatoes and the rest of the fixin's.  So, here we go, Jose, Sir Edwin, me and Grasshopper, Doc & Mrs. Shaw, Jamie, Davide, Gord and Barb, Paul, Matt, Bryan, and Jordane.

 

Grasshopper feeding a Whiskey Jack.

A couple nights before the harvest moon.

Today we played against team beavers. We had already cleared out one culvert and then we had to tackle a double dam starting to flood on the Notman road.

The colours are on the go.

What can you expect after warring with the beavers, a little mud, a little blood, and a couple of holes.

Yesterday we spent the WHOLE day in town, so here is yesterday's truism. 

Today's truism. 

I was mistaken on the last blog. The eagle in Dale's first pic is actually carrying a sea gull. My bad. 

This is really funny. 

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