Where did she go?
She was just right there. I know, I almost stepped on her. Darn ducks, always following me around, making all that noise.....and doing bad things on the car port. Who says they don't fly....Tell that to the duck on my roof :) But again, my jabbering little darlings seem to be missing.
I realize, that the days are getting shorter, and the drakes are getting more agressive. I know what that means. Soon, all my loud mouthed beauties will be looking for a place to raise their new batch of younguns. The sound of the quacking and hissing in the night as they snap up the bugs, will be gone. The nagging and badgering that I get, when I'm home late and it's past their feeding time, will pretty much cease. There will be nothing left to hear, but the feathery voices of the drakes....letting me know that everything is O.K.
In a few weeks, there will be a tide of fuzzy, multi-colored, flappy footed cuties, running around the back yard. My girls ain't stupid. They hatch their babies in the most guarded place on the farm...Right under my deck, with a very confused pearl guinea standing guard beside them, and a fierce, one eyed Westie laying on the porch over top of them.
So, here's a toast to fall, and the delights that come with it. Shorter, cooler days, quieter nights, and lots of fuzzy little ducklings, with which to play! Isn't nature a wonderful thing!