(Read the previous post, Requiem for the Ducks, first in order for this post to make sense!)
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.
5 comments:
Glad they are back
I read the last post after reading this one, and I see now that this is, indeed, the resurrection of the ducks!
Amazing that they managed to survive a night in the wild safely. Wonder why they took off?
Anyway, glad to hear they're back home again.
Oh! I'm so glad you found the ducks, like my mom I didn't see the last post until after this one, so I didn't go through the suspense, but it is great that they are home. That is adorable that they followed you back. :)
Now that's what I call good ducks. I've always thought that animals understand more than we give them official credit for.
Great posts, MM... I'm so glad the ducks are okay!!!!!
Hope you have had a great weekend. We went hiking and 'waterfalling' --and it was AMAZING... I also saw my first Cedar Waxwing --so that was very special.
Hugs,
Betsy
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