The U.S. actually has issued both $3 and $4 coins in the past! Both sell to collectors for well above face value!
However Cal is in Canada so I am not aware of what they have issued in the past.
The original joke is a fellow prints a $25 dollar bill. After being told he is a fool, he tries to prove he is not. He goes into a store and they change his bill for him giving him three $6 and one $7 bill.
Here is John Hannah saying "food" at the end of a Co-op advert:
If it sounds like "fud" then I'm an Englishman! 😊
A few years ago we discovered an abandoned Mallard ducks nest on our garage roof. We waited for the next day, still no adults around. As we were incubating some hen eggs at the time (children love to play with the chicks), we put them in together. They all hatched at a similar time, the chicks soon looking like balls of fluff and the tiny ducks wind up torpedoes, all bright eyed and eager.
They were a happy band, zipping around and at times annoying our cat who took no real notice, even when treated as a make shift hot water bottle! As they started to make more sounds we noticed that all of them quacked, chickens and ducks alike, it was actually quite a surprise to all that saw them, very sweet too! When they aged (there were about eight or so) their personalities emerged, the young chickens scratching for food, the ducks following and being fed. The change in the ducks when first in water was a joy, excitement is not the word to describe the metamorphosis that took place, the chickens looking on in wonder.
Too soon the ducks learned to fly (the chickens looking on a bit jealously I thought) but even so, walked across the road to another pond where they could hear other ducks. I thought that I could discern their "quacks" (well trained audio ears you know!) and called them back that evening, they dutifully returned and snuggled up with their chicken friends in the hutch. The next day, the call of the wild was too strong, and leaving with a circuit flown around the garden joined their duckmates across the road and were gone. Nature, that most wonderous of things.
They were a happy band, zipping around and at times annoying our cat who took no real notice, even when treated as a make shift hot water bottle! As they started to make more sounds we noticed that all of them quacked, chickens and ducks alike, it was actually quite a surprise to all that saw them, very sweet too! When they aged (there were about eight or so) their personalities emerged, the young chickens scratching for food, the ducks following and being fed. The change in the ducks when first in water was a joy, excitement is not the word to describe the metamorphosis that took place, the chickens looking on in wonder.
Too soon the ducks learned to fly (the chickens looking on a bit jealously I thought) but even so, walked across the road to another pond where they could hear other ducks. I thought that I could discern their "quacks" (well trained audio ears you know!) and called them back that evening, they dutifully returned and snuggled up with their chicken friends in the hutch. The next day, the call of the wild was too strong, and leaving with a circuit flown around the garden joined their duckmates across the road and were gone. Nature, that most wonderous of things.
Nice story. Can't top that other than when I was young, I could approach and sometimes pick up birds off of their perches be it a fence or WHY.
$1 and $2 are coins and the rest are bills. We followed Australia's lead by making polymer bills so not only are they washing machine safe, there's no chance of counterfeiting them. No matter how you pay in Canada, you're using your plastic.
Yes. Looney because of the Common Loon on it and Tooney (twoney?) because it rhymes.
Cal, to be able to pick up domestic birds, (the feathered kind) is difficult, (the non feathered type I found nearly impossible!) with wild birds I've not heard of it at all.
That's some great gift you have 🙂
At times like these it's normal to see the downside rather than anything else, but considering most things I've been fairly lucky.
At 17 I had saved up enough to buy a motorbike, a Honda 200 twin. As with any pride and joy, (I was the first in my family to have any form of motorised transport), every Sunday was wash the bike day, journeys were always via the scenic (long) route and the bike saddle had more use than the lounge settee. Six or so months passed, I had normal rides at the weekend of 50 to 70 miles I suppose, (this is Britain after all not the U.S.A!). The time came for a week away with friends in the midlands, (a 200 odd mile each way journey), those three had bigger bikes than mine and it was always a job to keep up, I'm 6ft and even though much slimmer then, served the function of 'Air Brake' quite well. A great time was had by all, staying in small tents and simple campsites, eating one pot meals and exploring the wonderful countryside and roads, with beer and pub games in the local village in the evening.
One fairly 'interesting' moment came near the end of the week when overtaking a large articulated lorry (a 'rig' it could be called I suppose), half way past the truck the road took a slight curve to the left, (We drive on the left here). another lorry came into view coming toward me, my bike was not powerful enough to accelerate past I found, and soon we, (my brother was on the pillion behind me, acting as ballast) were to be the meat in a very hard sandwich. The road had straightened up a bit but still I was stuck in the middle with nowhere to hide. Honest truth, I closed my eyes tight and waited for the crunch..
After what seemed like ages, (though I'm sure was just four or five seconds), I opened my eyes again, I was actually surprised that both lorries were now only visible in my rear view mirrors. After a mile or so we stopped, me slightly shaking, my brother asking if I knew how close the lorries were....
My guardian angel had worked her magic once again. She has been with me all my life.
That's some great gift you have 🙂
At times like these it's normal to see the downside rather than anything else, but considering most things I've been fairly lucky.
At 17 I had saved up enough to buy a motorbike, a Honda 200 twin. As with any pride and joy, (I was the first in my family to have any form of motorised transport), every Sunday was wash the bike day, journeys were always via the scenic (long) route and the bike saddle had more use than the lounge settee. Six or so months passed, I had normal rides at the weekend of 50 to 70 miles I suppose, (this is Britain after all not the U.S.A!). The time came for a week away with friends in the midlands, (a 200 odd mile each way journey), those three had bigger bikes than mine and it was always a job to keep up, I'm 6ft and even though much slimmer then, served the function of 'Air Brake' quite well. A great time was had by all, staying in small tents and simple campsites, eating one pot meals and exploring the wonderful countryside and roads, with beer and pub games in the local village in the evening.
One fairly 'interesting' moment came near the end of the week when overtaking a large articulated lorry (a 'rig' it could be called I suppose), half way past the truck the road took a slight curve to the left, (We drive on the left here). another lorry came into view coming toward me, my bike was not powerful enough to accelerate past I found, and soon we, (my brother was on the pillion behind me, acting as ballast) were to be the meat in a very hard sandwich. The road had straightened up a bit but still I was stuck in the middle with nowhere to hide. Honest truth, I closed my eyes tight and waited for the crunch..
After what seemed like ages, (though I'm sure was just four or five seconds), I opened my eyes again, I was actually surprised that both lorries were now only visible in my rear view mirrors. After a mile or so we stopped, me slightly shaking, my brother asking if I knew how close the lorries were....
My guardian angel had worked her magic once again. She has been with me all my life.
A few times a year, we have a lost bird in the house, usually at dawn or dusk, looking for light I guess.
I close off the room it's in, and if I cannot herd it to the exit, I catch it in my hand(less chance of hurting it than with a container),
and take it outside.
I talk softly to it ("these are not the droids you are looking for..."), and hold it loosely in my hand.
I suspect that the birds we feed see us with our animals, and hear our tone with them, and so we are not scary.
We will sometimes get a lost bat, at dusk only. For them I wear a soft glove, because mammal germs.
I close off the room it's in, and if I cannot herd it to the exit, I catch it in my hand(less chance of hurting it than with a container),
and take it outside.
I talk softly to it ("these are not the droids you are looking for..."), and hold it loosely in my hand.
I suspect that the birds we feed see us with our animals, and hear our tone with them, and so we are not scary.
We will sometimes get a lost bat, at dusk only. For them I wear a soft glove, because mammal germs.
Guilty as charged. 'FUD' as used mainly by only one member of this forum would be 'fudd' in my book
I might have used some of this wax in my younger days. Who knows what for?
For a totally non related subject, some geek humor......
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