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We had just completed our walk around Carrier Park in Asheville when Kiska became very enthralled with a creature flying through the air.
Whoa, look at that!
The creature kept circling, flying low, flying high, and as clearly focused on us as Kiska was on it.
That creature is unlike any bird I have ever seen.
It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a . . .
It’s a drone.
Yes, a person in the park was flying a drone around taking some pictures and the drone did seem quite interested in us. So, if you see some aerial video of us, that would be the source.
Wonder what it tastes like?
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Mom sez: In the Peace Country, where we live, quite a few “just people” have purchased drones, too, just for their own use. More as a “recreational toy”, much the same as model airplanes, etc. One rancher in the area plans on keeping track of when/where his cows are calving.
I’d be a bit concerned as to who and why was snooping around.
OMD! Maybe the neighborhood squirrels are controlling that drone! BOL!