Down Hummingbird Lane

 Good Morning.....Neighbours ....
Looks like we're gonna get some rain from Ida....

Well...the leaves are just about gone, except the oaks.

They hang on till spring......

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I wouldn't stand to close, he might come crashing down..

and that would hurt......

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Tired are ya!......

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Hey! Watch were you blow that snow......................................

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I bet alot of readers don't know how to milk...these babys..

Oh...No......

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Do people buy this??.........A fool and his money are soon parted.....

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The Pork Butt Trio resting up for another gig at the local Hog

Trough Bar.
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Well....time for us to run.........see ya later......................

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~~ Bill and Bob, were sitting outside a clinic.

Bill happened to be crying very loudly.
"Why are you crying?" Bob asked.
"I came here for a blood test," sobbed Bill.
"So? Are you afraid?"
For the blood test, they cut your finger.
As Bob heard this, he immediately began crying profusely.
Astonished, Bill stopped his tears and asked Bob,
"Why are you crying now?"
To which Bob replied, "I came for a urine test!"

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~~ With teens in the family, you'll usually find home is where
the car isn't.

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~~ I arrived home physically exhausted and noticed our car
was not in the driveway.
As I pulled up, ten-year-old Brandon ran out to greet me.
Annoyed that the children had been left alone, I asked,
"Where’s your father?"
"In the house," Brandon answered.
My voice rising in panic, I screeched, "Well where’s the car?"
Brandon looked at me in disbelief..... "You’re in it."

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~~ I was hastily preparing for a big road trip for our family.
In the midst of the chaos, my three-year-old Madeline asked,
"Mommy, is today the day we leave for our complication?"

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~~ One of the best marksmen in the FBI was passing through
a small town.
Everywhere he saw evidence of the most amazing shooting.
On trees, on walls, and on fences there were numerous
bull's-eyes with the bullet hole in dead center.
The FBI man asked one of the townsmen if he could meet
the person responsible for this wonderful marksmanship.
The man turned out to be the town drunk.
"This is the best marksmanship I have ever seen,"
said the FBI man..... "How in the world do you do it?"
"Nothing to it," said the man.
"I shoot first and draw the circles afterward."

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~~ You go on vacation to forget things, and opening your
suitcase proves it.

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~~ While visiting my sister in the hospital, I stopped in the
cafeteria for breakfast.
I set a piece of bread on the moving toaster rack and waited for
it to pass under the heated coils and return golden brown.
Instead, it got stuck at the back of the toaster and I couldn't
reach it.
The woman next in line quickly seized a pair of tongs,
reached in and fished out the piece of toast.
"You must be an emergency worker," I joked.
"No," she replied with a grin. "I'm an obstetrician."

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~~ I believe in loyalty.
When a woman reaches an age she likes, she should stick to it.
- Eva Gabor -

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~~ During naval flight training, our instructor kept referring to the
engine as the air conditioner.
When a student asked him why he did this, he replied,
"Because when it stops turning, you start sweating."

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~~ Jay is laying on the living room floor watching television
with school books, paper and pencils in front of him.
His father comes in...turns off the television and says,
"Please stand by.
You have temporarily lost your picture.
Broadcasting will resume when you have finished your
homework."

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~~ Little Mona went down the road to visit her friend, Michael.
She walked up to him and said, "What is that out there?"
Michael replied, "It's called a barn---it's like a mall for cows."

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~~ After arriving home from work, I found out that Courtnay,
our six- year-old daughter, had written on the washroom wall
at school.
I talked to Courtnay about the importance of respecting others
and their property.
Then I asked her how it was discovered that she'd written on
the wall.
"I don't know, Dad," she said.
After reading her a bedtime story that night,
I asked again if she had any idea how the teacher had
known for sure who had written on the wall.
"I don't know, Dad," Cournay again replied.
Then I asked what she'd written.
"My name," she said.
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Todays Thought: How far east can you go before you're heading west?