(Read the previous post, Requiem for the Ducks, first in order for this post to make sense!)
Mountain Mama gleefully reports a retraction of the previous story. I don't retract the thoughts and feelings, but the facts, ma'ma, just the facts.
Coming out of the pasture gate this morning, I heard "Quack." I was startled and surprised. I quacked back. I heard another quack. It wasn't my imagination. I walked through a couple feet of snow over to the gulch in front of the house and peered down. There was one, then two, then count 'em, THREE ducks! They quacked quietly. I asked them politely what they were doing down there knowing full well they had escaped the jaws of death. I told them they needed to come back up to the pen, and you know what? They did! It was pretty cute watching them waddle across the driveway back towards home. I fed and watered them, fixed the gate so it closes tighter and delightedly waddled my way back into the house.