My dear little lonely duck has been on her own now for about five months. Oh, she has company.
Dastardly creatures, those chickens.
She wonders where, oh where, did her people go?
I wonder where they went, too.
To keep her from running off with the rest of them, I’ve kept her in the chicken house now for months. A group of chickens who like to roost in the chicken house at night come in every evening. They go out again in the morning. I usually leave one or two hens in with her so she’s not completely alone.
But, still, they’re chickens. Not ducks.
I’m not sure she really appreciates their companionship, but it’s the best I can do right now. I’ve got six ducklings in the brooder, but she doesn’t know about that yet.
She does her best to get through her days of quiet solitude.
She reads a lot of books. (She likes romantic mysteries.) She watches a little TV, and she enjoys macrame. Still, there are just so many plant hangers you can make.
And she is so very lonely. She’s always prepared for company, for the return of her lost loved ones. She primps every day. Just in case!
She lays one lovely duck egg every day, too, which I pick up and take home for baking. I love duck eggs! Of course, she is all alone, so her eggs aren’t fertile, but–
She doesn’t know that, either. She reads romantic mysteries, remember. She is a dreamer and a believer. Puzzles can be solved if only you try.
And so she came up with an idea!
Hatched a plan, if you will.
She’d make a nest. Start sitting on her eggs. She could MAKE her own friends!!!!
She’s been collecting in a broody fervor. So far she’s sitting on two duck eggs, two chicken eggs, and a golf ball.
Just don’t tell her…..
OH, PLEASE, don’t tell her–
That the only thing in there that’s gonna hatch are the CHICKENS!!!!