I have been wanting to take my motorcycle camping for, well, since I got her reliably running.

Due to a lack of progress with Ol’ Duste, lack of desire for a rental, and the excuse of the baby quail not ready for a road, the camping opportunity finally arose with the weekend’s Flyball tournament in Madera, CA.

It went well. After the final air pressure check, and the rear valve stem completely failing to hold in air. I pulled a valve stem out of a truck tire conveniently raised in the air for the moment, placed it into the rear tire of the motorcycle, pumped up the tire, and that was the end of any issues for the trip.

It was a lot of fun. Oliver and Fender rocked the tournament and I gained confidence in the camping ability on Ms. Prince. I am very lucky to have my friends Arionna and Aaron whom were able to care for my birds making this trip possible, thank you my buddies.

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I never considered myself as having anything resembling a decent voice. I have not cared in any sort of way about learning to sing. Earlier this year, I made a big leap and started singing karaoke every now and then, not anything I would consider well.

So imagine my surprise, when I show up to watch my friend, Fletch, practice with Golden Empire Chorus, just to find myself singing in the choir. What’s more, it seems I was not singing poorly.

So at 44, with a voice of horror, or so I felt, I find myself giving singing in a chorus a try, with homework to do. Sure, why not. I guess I have to reserve Monday evenings for choir practice. Practicing Christmas songs at that, of all things.

I feel stunned.

-Duckin’ Kev

Abootsie is doing really good with her babies. There are a few personalities coming out. You have the one that is the momma’s baby, and never leaves her side. There is one that is a little more adventurous, that will on occasion stray further then the others. Then there are two that seem to pay so much attention to their surroundings that they are sometimes left behind. One of them seems to have a particular ability to get lost, and I am always counting to make sure nobody is missing.

Sometimes Abootsie will stand to walk off, and little chicks fall out feathers as she walks off. It is so hilarious to see.

–Duckin’ Kev