If you’ve ever taken your mother, or any mother for that matter, for granted, try herding ducks. We have a little flock of 10 motherless ducks that don’t know how to be ducks, and it’s really made me appreciate moms everywhere. This morning my mom-in-law and I spent close to an hour trying to get the ducks to go in the pond. I’m not sure if we’re cut-out to be surrogate duck moms.
Beautiful pond . . .
No ducks.
We were two grown women with sticks playing border collie to these 10 confused birds. Once we got them to the pond, they couldn’t figure out what to do with the water. It was like they were afraid to get their feet wet! Stupid ducks.
We left them at the water’s edge splashing in the shallows. I ran inside to get my camera for a few glamour shots, and this is what I found when I came back:
A chicken leading the ducks.
Away from the pond. . .
Back to the pine trees.
I turned my back for 10 minutes and anarchy ensued!
It just confirms the necessity for my vigilance over my own children. You never know what chickens lurk at the edges of ponds ready to lure your kids into theft, drugs and alcohol!
My ducks need a mommy duck to teach them how to be ducks. We all need a mom to teach us right from wrong, how to be good people and keep us out of trouble, and my poor ducks have no one. They’ve gone astray and now are afraid of water and allow a chicken to lead them. What is this world coming to?
Thank you mom for showing me how great the pond is and keeping the chickens away.
Tomorrow we’ll try again. . .