We should be Naming duck 3, which is going to be white on one end and dark on the other Black and Tan like the beer thingie... Is it a cocktail or just one of those mixed (yet NOT mixed) drinks?
Oh, guys, Miss Hugo is a truly fierce mama duck. She hatched her babies in the bunny barn and that is where I feed the cats. I opened the door to go in yesterday afternoon and received an angry honk in reply. The cats were cowering on high places looking stunned. One of Miss Hugo's babies had gotten out through a drain and I was reuniting mother and baby and she came charging over and started pinching my arms. I dropped the baby and tried to back up but, honking wildly, Hugo grabbed my sock and started beating me with her wings. I started hollering and trying to grab Hugo but she was moving like a snake and still had a death grip on my sock. I finally would up in a corner trying to get the door open and flailing my foot that Hugo was attached to and still hollering. Once I got the door open I managed to shake her off and zip through. At this point I took a small break, had a cold beer, and thought that babies had rather changed Hugo. The cats started yowling for help so I braced myself to go back in and had a distractionary broom at the ready. For some reason Garfield decided not to wait on his high surface and made a run for the door. Hugo grabbed him in the belly just in front of his hip. Picture a very fat hairy orange cat tearing through the barn with a quacking, flapping barnacle in his side and me yelling and scurrying along with my broom. Garfield managed to shake her loose when he dove between the brooder and the wall. The other cars, wisely, stayed put.
I managed to ease my way around the pen to the feed can and threw a scoop of feed in a dog dish, distracting Hugo enough that I got the cats out and was able to feed the rabbits with only a few minor honks and hisses.
Ah, can't wait to see what happens today!
Karen
Oh, guys, Miss Hugo is a truly fierce mama duck. She hatched her babies in the bunny barn and that is where I feed the cats. I opened the door to go in yesterday afternoon and received an angry honk in reply. The cats were cowering on high places looking stunned. One of Miss Hugo's babies had gotten out through a drain and I was reuniting mother and baby and she came charging over and started pinching my arms. I dropped the baby and tried to back up but, honking wildly, Hugo grabbed my sock and started beating me with her wings. I started hollering and trying to grab Hugo but she was moving like a snake and still had a death grip on my sock. I finally would up in a corner trying to get the door open and flailing my foot that Hugo was attached to and still hollering. Once I got the door open I managed to shake her off and zip through. At this point I took a small break, had a cold beer, and thought that babies had rather changed Hugo. The cats started yowling for help so I braced myself to go back in and had a distractionary broom at the ready. For some reason Garfield decided not to wait on his high surface and made a run for the door. Hugo grabbed him in the belly just in front of his hip. Picture a very fat hairy orange cat tearing through the barn with a quacking, flapping barnacle in his side and me yelling and scurrying along with my broom. Garfield managed to shake her loose when he dove between the brooder and the wall. The other cars, wisely, stayed put.
I managed to ease my way around the pen to the feed can and threw a scoop of feed in a dog dish, distracting Hugo enough that I got the cats out and was able to feed the rabbits with only a few minor honks and hisses.
Ah, can't wait to see what happens today!
Karen
