Dead Duck

Our old white duck died this morning. He was the last of his kind at our farm. My observation is as follows. It is more fun to bring home a box full of baby ducks than to say good by to the old duck. I am used to see him hanging out in the back pasture with the geese. He thought he was a goose. I will miss him.

July 1, 2012 · Sarah · No Comments
Posted in: Contemplations, Herds and Flocks