FACEBOOK AND BEAGLES

FACEBOOK AND BEAGLES

Now it is February and time to bore my few blog readers with some more trivial and sometimes facetious thoughts. I tried to reread some of my previous blogs to make sure I was not being repetitious. But I just could not do it. What I try to get across as tongue-in-cheek does not come out as funny ha ha, but more like buffoonery. So with that said I would like to talk today about Facebook.
You would think that being smack dab in the middle of the winter, visiting Facebook would be a good way to fight cabin fever. But I usually come away from a visit there with mixed feelings. The thing that attracted me to Facebook was a chance to communicate with old school mates, Friends, and relatives.
But after the initial hi how are you? Contact. Future contact seems to be spiteful agendas. Everyone seems to be seething. I liken it to road rage. The meekest people who turns into ogres when they get behind the wheel is perplexing, so too are a lot of my Facebook friends (actually the majority should probably be referred to as associates) for every funny cartoon or adage that is posted, there are thousands that are meant to belittle someone or something. Then all the sheep are asked to hit the like icon, to prove that they are just as big a sore ass, as all the other minions. I imagine a dislike icon would really upset the applecart.
Wannabe Televangelist, and political pundits are the most irksome with their holier than thou attitudes. Not to mention other silly little things. For example, hit like if you enjoy a sunny day.
So to my dour Facebook friends, forget about being politically correct and lighten up a little and try not to be like W.C. Fields who once said “I am free of all prejudice, I hate everyone equally”
But on the bright side I really enjoy it when people post photos. Relate little tidbits of what is going on in their lives and actually have original thoughts.
Moving on to more mundane things, two years in a row a flock of Robins swooped down on my Holly shrubs and denuded them of red berries. Sadly there was a meager crop this year as an unseasonably warm spell last spring forced the plants to bloom prematurely and the return to normal temperatures did not bode well for the bulk of the crop. So the Robins did not have a feast. The oddity of this is both years they arrived on the same day as the Patriots were performing their Swan song. I suppose if I was a real die hard fan, I
would uproot these villainous shrubs.
One morning last week it was one below as I ventured out for my morning walk. The boards on my deck made a load cracking noise with every step. So I was shocked when I looked out into the glooming, and saw a buck standing there. He turned waved his flag at me and was gone. As I proceeded on my walk, I thought to my self what a delightful way to start the day. Because everything was frozen I decided to let my curiosity get the best of me and go off the beaten path to a swampy area that was usually impossible to walk in.
By now it was broad daylight. I will not mention how cold I felt. As everybody knows all my lame old adages. Suddenly I heard the old familiar sound of Beagles baying on the trail of a rabbit. (My friend John, called it singing) I stood still and shortly a rabbit came loping by. Taking his time and looking over his shoulder ever now and then. Suddenly the baying grew louder and the rabbit decided to boot it, and that was the last I saw of him. Suddenly two beautiful Beagles came into view, scurrying from side to side sniffing everything in sight, and then they were gone. I never did see their master or them again, but it sure was enjoyable while it lasted.

As much as I hate the winter, something like this could only happen on a winter day