So I got up this morning and I'm just vegging, getting ready to do some dishes when I hear quacking. Really. Loud. Quacking. And peeps.
I walk to my sliding glass door and there's my ducks from yesterday. Mom's waiting (not so patiently) and yelling for me to come feed her.
Greeeeat.
I didn't feel like it at the moment because my pajamas are not... well they just aren't something you wear outside. So I ignored her. She came back three times (that I noticed) throughout the day. I think I have a pet.
So I went out tonight before dinner to feed her and the little ones. Just like last night. At least if I go out at the same time I might be able to establish some sort of feeding time. Are ducks smart enough to figure that out? Anywho, when I went out she only had two babies with her. Now I'm kind of freaking out. If some damn stray apartment cat got the third... well, I have ways to deal with cats. We'll leave it at that. Hopefully baby number three will be back tomorrow. Otherwise I might be just a little bit sad.
And if anyone has stale bread (not moldy) send it my way. Those featherheads finished my tortillas.
1 comment:
Yeah I'll just pass over the pajamas thing... What really cracked me up was "ways to deal with cats". I'll just BET you do, cat hater. Lol!
And I'd send bread, but by the time it got there I doubt it'd be suitable. *grin*
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