FRIDAY,
APRIL 25, 2014 One of the resident ducks here is a hybrid of some sort. She has five babies, all different and all as cute as can be. I spent some time watching them this morning. They made me smile. |
No, you silly sausage - that's for walking on, not eating. |
There's lots of stuff in the grass, but some of it looks very strange. |
Hey!
Remember what Ma said. 'When in doubt, leave it alone.'
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Oh you guys - did you ever notice that we have different feet? |
Uh yeah. And we look different too. Are you really my brother? |
Good grief - what are those two ninnies doing? |
Do
you see that white thing. Should we eat it? I dunno - it looks and smells kinda gross. |
Blech - it tastes gross too. Don't tell Ma I tasted it, okay? |
These big feet are great in the water but on land - whoa nellie they're heavy. |
Ma - it's cold out here. Can you be the blankie again? Please? |
Oh all right. Remember - no wiggling and no fighting. Have a good sleep. |