Tuesday, August 9, 2016

These Ducks Go Into a Bar...

It all started one blissful day last year. My dad says to me, "I'm getting some ducks. Want some?"

Mike (in foreground) and Mrs Mike

"Where art thou, oh Blissful Ignorance?" moans the Idiot.

Experience replies, "She has left town, and I know not where she has ventured."

"Bring her back! Send her an urgent letter, or better yet, a text demanding her rapid return."

"Nope. Can't do it. She left no forwarding address as to her whereabouts."

(Sob). "But all I wanted was just a couple ducks. Not a lot. Just a couple. You know, for Cute's sake."

"You leave me out of this!" retorts Cute. "You know good and well I can only last so long. Mine is a temporary assignment. When I'm gone, you're left with...well, you know how it goes."

(Sob, sob). "EXPERIENCE! I demand you do something about all these DUCKS!" cries the Idiot.

"Oh, stop your bellyaching".

Just this year: 29 hatched and counting. (Sob).

Moral of the story: Never let ducks go into a bar.

Four hens left of the first six ducklings
Two hens and brood

The maiden voyage of the latest ducklings with two hens

Brooding hen #1

Brooding hen #2

"Hey! Get back in here and hatch out these last two eggs!"