It's official.
Well, several things are official.
I've gone mad.
I love ducks.
It's that most wonderful time of the year.
Spring.
So.
Much.
Work.
It's my own doing though.
I'm fully in charge of making my schedule.
I'm the one that wants a garden.
And ducks.
And chickens.
And fences.
And bees.
And more gardens.
And.....and.....and....
I can get rather worked up.
When I do, all I need to do is look at these little stinkers, and I calm right down.
I lock up the cats during the day, and give the girls free range of the yard.
They like to follow me all over.
I heard a tiny 'quack' the other day.
These ducks break my heart.
In a really good way.
If you look closely, you can see some adult feathers coming in already.
They are a month old today.
I do believe they are both females.
I'm glad, cause I've been imagining stories of them being two old spinster sisters.
Living together, and taking care of each other.
They are truly inseparable.
So, if you're like me, feeling a tad overwhelmed by the joy of spring, and all the work that accompanies it....
Take two of these and call me in the morning.
