I went to visit a sweet friend today and came home with a gift of five ducks. My friend Laurel is a REAL farmer, meaning she plants crops AND harvests them. She's the real deal. I'm fascinated by that.
The foundations of a beautiful relationship were formed today on the banks of our little pond. It happened so fast, and I was too busy snapping photos to remember to tell them about how these ducks are raised for meat. A real farmer would've already established this with the farmer children before bringing home edible farm additions. Oops!
The kids played and named and showed the ducks the water. They were surprised when the ducks wanted nothing to do with the water and spent more than an hour trying to convince the ducks that they would love the experience of swimming out onto our pond. I am not surprised that these ducks don't seem to like water. That's just the way the farming goes around here.
Just a few weeks ago I wrote with renewed passion about how we weren't giving up and the crops were again going in the ground. The seeds did go in the ground, so only time will tell.
No worries, though, the Piggly Wiggly still has frozen peas and Laurel believes in our farming potential - believes enough to entrust us with 5 ducks, which says a lot considering how the last duck raising attempt turned out!
No worries, though, the Piggly Wiggly still has frozen peas and Laurel believes in our farming potential - believes enough to entrust us with 5 ducks, which says a lot considering how the last duck raising attempt turned out!
I wasn't expecting such an amazing gift when I arrived at Laurel's house, so I was unprepared to transport them home. Laurel offered that I carry the ducks home in a rabbit cage, and her son set about rounding up sweet things. Within a mile of her house, I was hanging my head out the window of the van. How on earth do 5 ducks make the likes of that smell in the span of time it takes to drive a mile? I didn't think we'd make it home.
When we arrived home, I drove right past the house and straight down to the pond. My head was already hanging out the window, so I hollered for the kids that I had a surprise and to meet me down at the pond. They were indeed surprised! As they slid the van door opened, the overwhelming smell knocked a few of them off of their feet!
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