Hole In The Wall: Where oh where has every one gone.

2007-08-07

Where oh where has every one gone.

Sometime Friday evening it is planned that I will pull into my wallow with three of the buffie babies. I believe part of the Pecker Clan will be coming down that day too...something about a fair...and pizza cooks...extra cash...me I am coming for the peace and quiet! My plans are to remain in my wallow until the weekend of the 27...but depending on the health of my father in law...this could change. Pops I need a hole dug...not too wide but two to three feet deep....somewhere near the Duck House I think. A post will be put in this hole so put it in a place out of the drive way...on it...a surprise for Butch and Sundance. It will match the decor already...so do not panic. If mom gets bored she could fill my water tank for me...he he...I can not wait to get there...

2 comments:

Stan Harrington said...: You need a what dug? Am I suppose to "Slap A 90" to make sure it is in the right spot? Me, dig holes, you know better than that - if I dug holes then the foundation on the Gazebo would be square! Two to three feet deep and not to wide - now leaves alot open for interpetation! Typical the range of Butch and Sundance is from their hideout, tothe cook tent, to their feeder and the return route is via limb jumping through the alders. By the way, you have a very nice lawn growin in front ofthe wallow - at least it is green!; August 8, 2007 at 1:49 PM
RangerBill574 said...: Is it a lawn of grass or is there a septic problem for J D Plumma to investigate?; August 10, 2007 at 9:53 AM

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In the Pit

Twas the night before hangovers

And all through the pit

Those gathered were drinking

No one knew when to quit

.....

The Eagle was drinking his rum

As Pooba, he was atop his own throne

And as for the rest of us

He left not one of us alone.

.....

The brunt of some joke

Victim of some gag

What's his latest gimmick

What's he got in that bag.

.....

The Charmin had blessed us

The whole derned crowd

Nieghbors dialed up 911

We were getting a bit loud

.....

The clans were assembled

Wolf, Bear, Buff and Moose

And my Gawd, the dawgs

Who the hell turned em all loose.

.....

Trailers were circled

As wagons in days gone past

It rained the first two days

And the skies are still overcast

.....

John in the cook tent

Taylor in her char

The fire is blazing

Look Out! The blue tarp is on fare!

.....

Heidi pourin out coffee

Eric sluggin his beer

Stan dishin out one liners

And Arnie-the fear.

.....

Our relation is coming

For to join the Hole in the Wall fun

Blue Duck may be with em!

Everyone git yer gun!

.....

Blue Peep got to Shana

She singed her bird digit

Sure mustiv smarted

It's still makin me fidget

.....

Taylor is wound up

She jist won't quit her talkin

That's Ok, in the next few weeks

She'd prove to be walkin

.....

The clan girls were here

secluded up on Estrogen Rise

Linked only by zip line

and soaked from the gray skies.

.....

The kids all found safe harbor

And shelter in the Grand Ol Eagle's nest

Everyone was workin

Engineering was put to the test

.....

John and his tape

Eric, his wit

Bill slapped a dandy ninety

And the gazebo still won't fit.

.....

The gravel was great

Keeps us outta the mud

Cept the kidlets

Who are covered in crud

.....

They're baking odd objects

Made from Anchor Point clay

No idea what they all are

Maybe, jist maybe some day.

.....

Granny and her wineglass

Grampy and his wig

Too much for John and I

We pull another swig

.....

Now the time for adios

But we'll come riding back soon

Ranger Bill rode out before sunrise

and the rest of us before noon.

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Hole In The Wall

2007-08-07

Where oh where has every one gone.

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