(Hogs note: Just to bring you up to date, the Missus is still ‘rearing’ all sorts of wild ducks in the back yard, a.k.a. Duck Med. And a few days ago we adopted a wee 18-month-old pup, Kasey, from German Shepherd Dog Rescue. Yup.)
DUCKDATE… October 2
Kasey is just doing “stay” so well on the back upper deck.
So the Blog decides to walk down to get a broom under the carport and sweep up.
Kasey, who is “staying”, can’t see the Blog.
And the Blog can’t see Kasey who, as we may have mentioned, is PRACTICING staying.
What could possibly go wrong?
The next thing we know, Mother Duck and her 5 fluffy little babies, who must have arrived unexpectedly in the driveway, and who my Missus loves beyond measure, are QUACKING THEIR TERRIFIED LITTLE HEADS!
Oh Dear Lord.
The Blog runs faster than Usain Bolt to the driveway, where we see:
1) a single feather on the concrete
2) crazy, panicking ducklings trying to scramble en mass under the stockade fence. But, because of the loving Missus, they are way too fat to squeeze out. Wide-eyed Momma Duck is flapping and quacking and pooping hysterically.
3) Kasey stands slump-shouldered at the top of the driveway, with an expression on her face that says, in German, WTF???
4) Poor Kasey begins to shit proverbial Twinkies when her previously calm and loving new Master wildly races toward her, past the panicking ducks, while screaming,”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
The Blog drags her into the house and tmraces back to check on Freaking Out Mother Duck and her deranged babies.
The Blog is trying to do this quietly for certain reasons that will not be explained here.
Okay, it’s just in case there are, hypothetically speaking, any fatalities involved.
But within an instant, the duck whisperer Missus materializes from deep inside the house.
Of course she does.
And she counts 1, 2, 3, 4 … just 4 baby ducks!!!
Oh Dear Lord.
She immediately takes charge, opens the gate, and gently wrangles them out, with Mother Duck hissing at her all the while.
Then the Missus turns and stares at the Blog. In that special way which makes our life and Kasey’s young life pass before our eyes.
The Blog flashes back to years of carnage caused by the late Moosedawg, a huge German Shepherd/Huntaway cross whom the Blog loved and the Missus loathed.
It makes the Blog go all woozy like and we start to blackout.
We faintly hear a “peep peep peep” from the neighbor’s yard.
Can it please, Dear Lord, be the peep of a lost baby duck?
Sweet, Fuzzy No. 5?
Yes it can!
Minutes later, Momma Duck and ALL 5 BABIES have regrouped and are happily waddling down the street.
And the Blog starts to breathe again.
And we begin to explain to the Missus that Kasey was innocently running to find the Blog.
She just unfortunately happened to find herself caught up in Duck Rush Hour.
Sweet wee Kasey did not bark or bite or do anything even remotely anti-duck.
So let’s all just calm down and be grateful.
Yay for happy endings, the Blog cheers!
But just moments earlier, when the Blog saw the pathetic little feather on the ground, surrounded by chaos…
Oh. Dear. Lord.
Click HERE for more on Duck Med.
Click HERE for more on the late, great Moosedawg.