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Yep, who knew. I fell for the little baby ducklings with their tiny adorable duckling feet. I had no clue they had so much personality.
Every night I tell the ducks "Bedtime!" (maybe several times if they're procrastinating). They amble to their pen, sometimes the boys cuss me out and complain along the way in their cute wimpy boy-quack way. They investigate the clean water and promptly get to mucking it up, but it is generally quiet once they are in. Tonight, however, they were chattering a good long time, but I didn't notice at first as I was re-directing the new turkeys to their proper roosts. But when I went to re-locate Tom Turkey from the top of a duck-house, I realized they weren't gossiping about the interloper. (I was surprised because that sort of offense would usually have Ms. Prissy in a lather and she would let loose the air raid siren quack.) I had put fresh straw in the two duck-houses and this was news unparalleled since man landed on the moon, at least to have ducks talk about it. I'm sure the discussion continued after I went inside because of course they have to do some re-decorating. Mom nevers puts the straw in right; only a duck can do it properly.