I love ducks.
I know you're thinking "Farmers Wifey, have you been drinking?"
No, no, of course not. I've given up! (That's another post).
But, I love ducks.
Everytime I see one, it makes me smile. They are just so.......funny.
The way they waddle slowly across the road, in single file, oblivious to the fact that at any moment they could become duck soup.
I saw so many ducks on my drive in to work this morning, I could easily be living in Ducktropolis!
There was a pair of ducks swimming in our dam. I then encountered a low flying duck, whose altitude instruments were out of quack (pardon the pun) as he nearly flew into my windscreen.
Then I had to stop the car on the road to allow one..two..three.........nine ducks to waddle slowly, single file across the road.
I'd love to have some pet ducks on our farm. Then I could smile at them every morning and they would make me feel happy for the rest of the day.
But we already have 2 roosters and 3 hens, all of which are not laying (I'll let the Roosters off for obvious reasons but I'm showing the hens the axe if they don't start producing my breakfast).
And of course we have 23 or so guinea fowl. I don't have an exact number because they don't keep still long enough for me to count.
And they're just plain weird and drive me crazy. Most of the time they make me grit my teeth.
Just look at what they have done to my deck chair.
No wonder I'm pasty. I have nowhere to sunbake.
Which actually is a good thing because if I parked myself in the sun, I'd spontaneously combust.
That or my mother would kill me.