My Ducks

About thirty years ago, we moved near the lake and the kid next door had killed a mother duck with his BB gun. I found all five of her ducklings, and they imprinted on me. ( which means they looked at me as their mother) They followed me around everywhere and drove me nuts. SInce my twelve cats (yes, twelve at the time!) looked at the ducklings as their next meal, I built a fence around my koi pond to protect the ducklings and keep them safe. Like a good Mother, I would walk the ducklings to the lake where we met up with my farmer friend, Johnny who asked me if he could have the ducks for his big farm pond. My answer was an emphatic NO, because I think you’ll eat their ass! He promised not to est them, and after signing my contract promising not to eat the ducks, guess what? He did not eat them, all five were females, and he is overloaded with ducks now!