The Bob's had a big New Years Eve.
We had a few fireworks, and took them out to the far side of the pond.
The Bob's were happy to see us.
At first.
The first couple of launches were met with confusion, but not panic.
As Jed prepared to set the next one off, he announced that it was a 36 shot something or other.
Doesn't matter what it was, Ellie May and i missed the whole thing.
Once it started going off--pmmff pmmfff pmmff--the Bob's freaked.
The were all scrambling like mad, and trying to dive underwater...but the pond wasn't deep enough.
One second, all we saw were feet, then they were standing tall, flapping their wings and squawking, then they were feet up again, then flapping around in circles, chattering, over and over until the firework was over.
Then they gathered on the bank, circling each other, chattering non-stop.
Until Jed lit the next one.
They made a mad dash for the barn.
Except for one...who turns around and starts honking, like, "Hey!!! Where did everybody go?!! Where are you guys?!!!" and makes a beeline for the barn.
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