It all started as a quick trip into the countryside looking for bird photos and ended up on Coffee Row in Mortlach.
Taking the grid road south of Tuxford and heading west we looked for that big old slough in the fields. Last year it dried up for the first time in ages.
This year there is water on the south side of the road. To the north weeds grow.
We took a few photos of duck and geese, heading on to the slough south of the old Hennenfent chicken farm. Few birds hang out here. The water is too deep for easy feeding.
A redhead duck and a goose stood at one end.
Surprisingly there was more water than I had expected but not nearly as much as three years ago.
A buck antelope watched over his harem of about 15 does further up the road.
From Highway 42 we got to Eyebrow and went south on the grid finding another buck antelope with a harem of seven hiding in a field.
“Got time for a quick coffee?” I asked BG as we came to Mortlach. He nodded, so we stopped at Franklyns, sitting out in the sun.
Mortlach has three eating places, although it is hard to find more than one open at the same time
“Got any pie?” I asked.
Mike gave us the choices. We took rhubarb-strawberry. Man it was good.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard a voice say “It's my friend Ron, the Trump fan.”
Paul Enz was teasing me, knowing my views on Donald Trump.
The conversation got around to the war in Ukraine with all upset at Putin's terrible atrocities.
Our ex-military member speculated that those explosions inside Russia weren't created by Ukrainians. He credited four elite British soldiers who went AWOL (absent without leave) to help the Ukrainians.
“They'll never find them.” he said.
News reports mention four elite British soldiers who went AWOL and are subject to prosecution if and when they return.
Enz wished they would get Putin.
Putin is like an onion, too many layers to peel back to get at him. I suggested.
Talk switched to the pains and aches all of us ‘not-so-young fellows’ put up with.
Enz has been taking CBD (cannabis oil) without the THC for arthritic pain. “I can't go without it,” he said.
BG admired Franklyn's van and we left back to Moose Jaw.
At home my confession of having pie was met by: “where's mine?”
I shouldn't be so honest.
Ron Walter can be reached at [email protected]
