I'm gearing myself up to be able to endure duck hunting season in my backyard. I have already been hearing the swamp boats out there staking out the best places. You know how I feel about the swamp boats, right? You don't? Click here to read all about it. So, once again it will sound like I am living in a war zone. All day. Every day. For over a month. The other day I was able to get a little early dose of war zone living.
That morning I heard several gun shots. I had to check my calendar to make sure it wasn't October already. It wasn't. I kept hearing gun shots intermittently throughout the morning. Then all of the sudden it sounded like someone was dive bombing my house. Like really. For real. I ran to my back door and looked out just in time to see a plane in my backyard. Literally. I have had airplane problems before. Click here to read about my friend the Little Yellow Plane. With all the buzzing the Little Yellow Plane has done to my house, it has never been in my backyard. See that black fence in the picture. When I ran out my back door, the plane was only a few feet above that fence. I ran for my camera but didn't make it in time to take a picture that go round. It kept flying in figure 8 patterns for a while and stayed pretty low, but it never got that low again.
It really did make me think for a minute that maybe my little sleepy town had been invaded with all the gun shots and the dive bombing going on. Who thinks like that? I don't know? I guess I do. Never a dull moment!
1 comment:
I saw that, too. Wonder what they were doing?
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