It seems that Mrs B has become the head duck of our flock. They wander up every day and wait for her to hand out the leftover bread. Except, it's not leftover any more. She's buying a loaf or two of the generic cheapo bread every week to help stuff the ducks . . . as it were.
I'm reminded that "TLK" used to call them "ducklies." Yep, that "TLK."
2 comments:
No wonder you have ducks on your roof. :)
Here your ducks were all (kind of) in a row. Some were, anyway.
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