Unskilled Labor: Day in the life...

That is 5 AM.
Good morning.

It is going to be a sunny day so people will be coming early. We eat an egg or two and then start our morning. David, of course, has mowing to do. Like 5 different kinds of mowing on 5 different machines or some crazy thing. Much of this has to be done before the golfers arrive. Most every day. So... he leaves before we do.

I sit and enjoy my chocolate hazelnut agave half and half with a little coffee in it. That is.. I enjoy it until we get a call that there are large bird type creatures floating willy nilly up and down the creek... completely disregarding our rules about no geese.

Delta and I are the 'No Geese Allowed Enforcers.' I pull my hair into a pony tail, toss on a cap, put the sig in the holster (kidding) and get Delta. It is time for our part of the morning to begin. We head out of our little trailer home to one of the shops to get one of the work club carts.

I get updated via radio (nextel walkie talkie cell phone thing) where these intruders are located. Delta hops in the back of the club cart and off we go.

As we get close we hear them... the foolish creatures are silly enough to be going for a stroll on land. Land is Delta the Predator's domain. I stop the cart and Delta takes off like a shot. She really is magnificent looking when she runs full bore across the fairways and greens like that.

Anyway... the geese run as fast as their webby toes can carry them and into the water they go. Then into the water Delta goes.

HONK HONK HONK.

You can hear it all over the course.

I stop the cart and jump out running up and down the bank keeping an eye on Delta and giving her encouragement. "Get 'em outa here Del! Get 'em out! Good girl!"

She is swimming like a fiend... but swimming like a dog fiend. Her feet are not as webbed as theirs. She has the Lab swimming instinct from her bio-dad ;) but from her bio-mom she has the German Shepherd ... 'must eat must eat' instinct.

The parents swim in the opposite direction of the babies... and the babies DIVE DIVE DIVE. They disappear and Delta swims right passed them. Behind her they pop up... boink boink boink.. but she does not see them as she is focused on the parents. Who says prey are not smart? They were totally messing with her. The parents continue to swim slowly just out of her reach leading her astray. Behind her the babies then gather back together and swim to the side and hide under grass.

When the parents feel like they are far enough away they take to the air and head back to the babies. Delta turns in her path... swimming upstream now and making really no headway at all. She will never catch them. Water is their domain... as is of course the air for the parents. She really can not compete very well with that. This goes on for ages and then I pull her out.. literally and we head towards another batch down by another hole. And the same thing happens all over again.

We are just trying to be rude hosts really. They can go live somewhere else.

Delta runs down the banks looking for more geese and.. "oh wait! Look! A squirrel! I like squirrels too I ate a squirrel once I bet I can climb this tree watch me..." She has a touch of OCD I guess.

But she sure is pretty.

Back to the geese. This goes on until I get tired and I think it might be too much for her and it is not necessarily a scene golfers want to hear. Honking and yelling and splashing might prove too much of a distraction.

So I then take her back and we hang around a bit until David needs help with something else. I am not needed in the clubhouse yet, so today I drive a little Daihatsu dump thing full of gravel for him to shovel. "We" are filling the holes in the cart path.

Look what pretty flowers and pretty trees! Oh that one has purple flowers and is called either an elephant ear tree or an empress tree. Someone else gets distracted easily too. Hmph.