Duck Whisperer.

I fell like yesterdays post about Travolta has left an unnecessarily negative taste, and I feel a need to restore a little balance.
And so from the ridiculous to the sublime.
The ducks.
3 more amusing and pleasant birds it would be hard to imagine. In the morning their flapping quacking, raucous, smiling greeting before they waddle rapidly out of their cage to the food, is an entertaining way to start any day. And I must admit to more than a few minutes passed each day watching them chase each other playing, eating and ... when the occasion requires it... kicking chicken and turkey tail-feather.
But most satisfying of all, is when 9 or 10 in the evening rolls around. When there is a crisp fresh scent in the air, and a slowly fading peach glow in the sky. It is then my 3 little ducks truly come into their own, for no matter where they may be frolicking in the field... Under nettles, in the long grass, or amidst the low ruined stone fences... a quick call, and a shout to come home, will soon see three waddling, quacking heads bobbing through the rich green grass as they slowly, inelegantly make their way directly back to their cages.
Never fails to bring a smile to my face.