It was considerably past my lunchtime, but my father hadn't finished his lunch yet, so that still makes it lunchtime. This is important, because "afternoon" wouldn't scan.
This suspicious character was lurking around near the house, and trying to disappear into tallish grass when it thought anyone was looking. Probably casing the joint, and trying to get a handle on how much bird food we might have stored.
Yes, the pond is low. A well is called for, but this week there are other priorities.
Incidentally, the answer the the eternal question, "What caliber for turkey?" turns out not to be "battery-powered chainsaw."
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