I’m not in a very chatty mood. So here is a series of pictures, in my next three posts, just to keep you up to date on my life. As though it matters. Well, I mean it does, but not in the greater scheme of things. Anyway:
THE DAY THE DUCKS BROKE IN THE HOUSE
They were doing just fine outside in their kiddie pool, going down to meet the mailman every day and eating the garden, grubs, plants and all. And then they got bored and lonely. We all do sometimes. One of them- I believe it was Prudence- pried open the door to the sunporch and when I finished an appointment and was walking past the sunporch for a bathroom break, there they were. Watching the hallway. They had been completely quiet until they saw me and then they got all excited and started going, “Mack, Mack, Mack!” Which is what ducks really say, rather than “quack.” This is a crummy picture; they took me by surprise.