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Movie Review: Due Date

    Hey everyone. Today we went to see a movie entitled Due Date with Robert Downy Jr. I enjoyed it very much. The plot goes like this. Downy's character is on a business trip. He is eager to get home in time to see his first child be born. Because of a really strange guy, he gets booted off his flight and is left stranded in Atlanta. Then his only recourse is to accept a ride from the same weird guy, all the way to LA. The movie is hilarious. I can't recommend that you take kids to it because the movie is adults only for sure. I would rate this show as at least three stars out of four.
    Several times last night I heard some noises outside. I was not too surprised to see tracks on my deck in the sleet and snow. (a very modest amount of sleet and snow) The tracks were round like a dog's but showed no claws, so it wasn't a dog, wolf or coyote. It was most likely a bobcat. The tracks were good-sized, about two inches in diameter. The previous day my wife had pointed out a scrape in the woods where the leaves had been raked back. I told her it was about the right size for a bobcat as it was about a foot square. It appears that I was correct. A few years ago I saw a big bobcat in the trees at the edge of the back yard. It was not the same one that left these tracks because he was a huge one. The one I actually saw, I mean.
    I think the recent rains must be causing some of the wildlife to return. Yesterday during our walk we spooked several deer who crashed away through the brush with their white tails showing. This place is really neat when there's water around. You can see a lot of cool things. Our creek is still dry but I suppose that the critters are finding water in hollows and farmer's ponds, whatever.
    Hey, thanks for reading! Goodnight from CE Wills.
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