So, I was out communing with the poultry, while filling waterers, water bowls, and wading pools. My lightest colored duck hen came over, and started splashing in the pool, getting me drenched. I look her in the eye, and say, "You're getting me wet, and I don't like it."
Being a polite little lady, she says, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you wet!"
She sits there, scratches her little round head a couple times, then asks, "What is wet?"
I sez, "Wet is when there is water soaking into my clothes, and running down my leg."
She says, "You don't like WATER?!?!?"
She waddled off, scandalized, to tell her sisters what I had said. All five of them are out there gabbling about their crazy human pet right now. As usual, the drakes don't have much to say . . .


