Those of you already suffering from Duck Fatigue might want to skip this blog for the time being.
Duck content is bound to be high.
I am completely, hopelessly, utterly smitten.
And what chance did I have, with both ducklings channelling the soul of Buster Keaton?
I could swear they get a kick out of making me laugh.
So, I'm spending ridiculous amounts of time hanging out with them.
I'm on a mission to get the ducks living in closer proximity to the dog,
Preferably without getting eaten.
Or the ducks eating the dog, for that matter. They have no fear of him...
(that's the dog's nose, just above the duck's beak - talk about living dangerously...)
In fact, with a whole coop to explore
All the ducks want to do
Is hang out with Angel.
He in turn, is deeply confused.
While, on the one hand, he was bred to be fiercely protective of helpless little tackers,
It cannot be denied....
That these guys smell an awful lot like chicken.