RANT & CHAT - No Politics

[PMS Witch]

Your post reminded me of one of my fondest memories of country living.

I was visiting a friend who lived on a farm. When I drove in the laneway, her father was heading to the bard. Following her father by a few feet was his dog. Following the dog was the gander. Behind the gander was the goose. Trailing the goose was the goslings. The cat was a few inches behind the last gosling.

Her father changed his mind and started heading back to the house. His entourage became a bit of a dervish in the confusion, but in a moment, order returned, and the same parade continued, but now it was going the opposite direction.

Cheers, PW.

P.S. A telephone solicitor called our house to persuade us to have our ducts cleaned. The Commander told him that our ducks keep themselves clean: they just splash around in the pond. And besides, they'd be hard to catch. We had people over for dinner, and even though we could only hear his half of the conversation, everyone was folded over laughing. The merriment continued long past the end of the call. I think of this whenever I see ducks.

P.P.S. In my area, we have mallards mostly, a few mergansers, and even fewer pintails. The sharp eyed can spot the occasional wood duck. Spring and fall bring transients such as buffleheads, scaups, and shovellers.