"Danny Boy" 💚

"How about 'Danny Boy'?"

Maggie rolled her eyes. 

"Count on a Yank to ask for it. 

A Brit wrote that tune, outlander."

Born in Ice

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"What a pity that it is often the favourite repertoire of drunks on late-night trains!"

Danny Boy: mystery remains over a haunting tune

The Australian

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Phin only shook his head as he climbed the stairs. 

"I should've known you wouldn't remember. You were too busy drinking Irish

 and singing 'Danny Boy.'"

"I did not sing 'Danny Boy.'" Please, God.

"Can't say for sure. All those Irish tunes sound the same to me." 

High Noon

Should you feed birds in winter?

In a moment she was trudging back, dragging an enormous burlap sack.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to feed the birds." She was out of breath but still moving. "This time of year they need all the help they can get."

He shook his head. "Let me do it"

"I'm very strong."

"Yes, I know. Let me do it anyway."

He took the sack, braced, put his back into it and began to haul it across the snow. It gathered snow— and weight—with every step.

"I thought you weren't a nature lover."

"That doesn't mean I'd let them starve." And she'd promised Libby.

He hauled the bag another foot. "Couldn't you just dump it out?"

"If a thing's worth doing—"

Times Change 

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It seems like a no-brainer to help our feathered friends, but consider these potential risks

Watching birds at your feeder during the barren winter months is a great way to stay connected with nature and help creatures that might otherwise struggle to find their next meal.

mother nature network

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The mourning doves were cooing, bobbing heads as they pecked along 

the ground under the bird feeder. Too fat and lazy,

Duncan thought, to bother to fly up into it. Rather take leavings. 

A lot of people were the same.

High Noon

...rain kept him from mowing the lawn...

“How then? Robbing banks, dealing drugs, selling your body?”

“All viable options, but no. I won the lottery.”

“Get out. Really?” Delighted, fascinated, she lifted her glass in toast before stretching out

a hand for a pretzel.

“Yeah, just a fluke. Or, you know, destiny, again depending. I picked up a ticket now and

then. Actually, hardly ever. Then one day I went in for a six-pack of Corona, sprang for a

ticket.”

High Noon

She shook her head, gaped at him. “You won a hundred and thirty eight million dollars on

a lottery ticket?”

“Yeah, go figure. Best six-pack I ever bought.”

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A Virginia man credits mother nature and an abandoned day of landscaping with his $10 million lottery jackpot win. 

Charles Martin of Amelia Courthouse told the Virginia Lottery he got home from work on a recent evening and began to mow the lawn but had his efforts stopped short when it began to rain.

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