{"id":41,"date":"2015-10-20T16:00:47","date_gmt":"2015-10-20T16:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cluckeyo.com\/blog\/?p=41"},"modified":"2015-11-17T04:28:12","modified_gmt":"2015-11-17T04:28:12","slug":"a-fish-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cluckeyo.com\/blog\/index.php\/2015\/10\/20\/a-fish-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A Fish Story"},"content":{"rendered":"
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89 years old<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

written for Father’s Day 2015<\/p>\n

When I was in my early 40’s, and after my world had turned upside down, I found myself living with Mom and Dad again. \u00a0They had welcomed me home with open arms, and never once complained. But it seems like, as old as I was, the whole situation put them in the position of having to raise me all over again! \u00a0 So once again, Dad was boss!!<\/p>\n

…One day, after a deluge of rain had fallen the night before, Dad came to me and said, “put on your rubber boots, i need your help”. \u00a0I pulled them on, we went out and drew up buckets of water and put them on the golf cart. \u00a0Then he drove me out to the large area where the pond had gone out way beyond it’s banks. The water had already receded somewhat but everything was still quite wet. \u00a0And there were puddles, little and big, everywhere we looked. \u00a0He showed me that in these puddles were little fish, up to 6 inches long, that had gotten out of the pond and had become trapped after the water had gone back down. \u00a0He reached down and began picking up the fish and putting them in the buckets. \u00a0They were still alive! \u00a0So, that’s what we did that day! \u00a0Picked up fish, put them in the buckets. \u00a0 Then when a bucket got full, we took it to the pond and let them go.<\/p>\n

We did that for hours… \ud83d\ude42 \u00a0My Dad, the naturalist! \u00a0A great memory I will always treasure!! \u00a0I love you Dad, Happy Father’s Day! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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