True story...
When we were kids, I traded my BB Gun for a pair of ducks. It was my/our first introduction to our own flock of poultry.
We had a 1/3 acre garden. In the spring, all us kids would be handed shovels and we would turn the soil and get it ready for planting (Dad didn't believe in a rototiller until after we all grew up and moved out). My Dad would take his hoe and work a strait row in the soil for the seeds. I would walk behind my Dad and plant the seeds, the ducks would walk behind me and eat the seeds, and my little brother would walk behind the ducks and cover the row.
..my sisters were last with the water pails to water the.....row.
We had a terrible garden that 1st year that we had ducks.
When we were kids, I traded my BB Gun for a pair of ducks. It was my/our first introduction to our own flock of poultry.
We had a 1/3 acre garden. In the spring, all us kids would be handed shovels and we would turn the soil and get it ready for planting (Dad didn't believe in a rototiller until after we all grew up and moved out). My Dad would take his hoe and work a strait row in the soil for the seeds. I would walk behind my Dad and plant the seeds, the ducks would walk behind me and eat the seeds, and my little brother would walk behind the ducks and cover the row.
..my sisters were last with the water pails to water the.....row.
We had a terrible garden that 1st year that we had ducks.
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