Sunday, October 20, 2019

Quack....... Quack.....


Yeah... so..... we haz ducks.  Three, to be exact.  Herself raised them from $5.95 hatchlings I bought her, and loves the nasty feathered beasts.

Last week, we woke to only two ducks, and one of them seriously injured.  Clearly hit by a car, which is weird since they never went near the road.  The injured one we found had a broken leg and her butt ripped ... off?.... up?..... either way, ugly.  There were tears and antibiotic stuff involved.

Turns out, when we talked with a friend, who knew someone who had 'found' an injured duck on the road.... but supposedly miles from our house..... and gave it to other people to care for.... who it happens herself knows..... but they weren't inclined to give the duck back......

I told her to include the phrase "We haven't reviewed the surveillance video yet'  in her next text, and suddenly they were ALL ABOUT getting that duck back to us ASAP.

Anywho.... some massive vet bills later, she has three ducks spending the nights in our living room near the woodstove, after she hand baths them and feeds them and medicates them and holds them and calls them George.....

You know what stinks?  Ducks.  You know what stinks worse?  WET Ducks.   You know what kills that smell?  Tequila, applied liberally, and held close to the nose.

 

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