Do you ever stop and ask yourself, “Is my life normal?” I wondered that today as I was feeding mealworms and frozen corn to a female Rouen duck named (but not by me) Marilyn Monroe, who currently resides in a dog crate in the master bathroom. When she’s not paddling ’round the jacuzzi tub with her one good leg, that is.
“How are we going to sleep with all that quacking?” Phil asks me. I dunno, drink ’til we pass out maybe?
But we can’t do that.
Because Marilyn Monroe needs her syringe full of pain meds, that’s why, and I’m starting to get just a teensy bit jealous of the jacuzzi-n-drugs lifestyle the poultry around here lead while Phil and I sweat in the blazing sun working on fences to keep the wild animals from eating the domestic animals and the domestic animals from eating every last berry, vegetable, and herb on the property.
All I can say is these duck eggs, when they start laying in a couple of months, better be the BEST darn eggs we’ve ever tasted to make up for all the hassle these critters cause.