It's too cold and wet for the duckies to play outside in the just-greening-up lawn.
But I believe in exposing them to natural forage as early as possible.
So since Muhammed could not come to the mountain ...
Two big spadefuls of just-sprouting hayfield sod -- grass, weeds, worms, the works -- makes a very fine ducky snak-pak and play structure.
A fine place from which to proclaim unto the heavens.
Or thoughtfully contemplate the Nature of Life and Orchardgrass.
Dogs. Dawgs. Other critters. Life as Oliver Wendell Douglas. Live heirlooms, both flora and fauna. Self-sufficiency. Suffering not a fool to live. Land stewardship. Turnip trucks, and those who have not fallen therefrom. Training things. Growing things. Search and rescue. What is this bug and what is it doing under my desk light? Embracing the reality that Nature Bats Last.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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These ducklings are so cute I'm going to have to {squee} like a girl. Oh. Wait. I am a girl.
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