I am severely phobic of frogs... and when I went outside yesterday morning, there was a HUGE dead frog right next to my step..the neighbors just got a cat... which might explain that.... anyway, I screamed, hopped around, still screaming... screamed some more, gagged, screamed, and eventually made my way back towards the duck pen... figuring I was there anyway, I let the ducks out... then I turned to grab the shovel, to move the frog *gag* into the woods... and when I turned back around, my blue swede scooped it up and hork, hork, horked it down... I threw up a little in my mouth.
Other point... that duck is SUPER heavy. like almost as heavy as my goose. and slow. slowest, fattest duck.. slower and fatter than the pekin... she lays well, poops fine, and eats like a horse. any thoughts?
Other point... that duck is SUPER heavy. like almost as heavy as my goose. and slow. slowest, fattest duck.. slower and fatter than the pekin... she lays well, poops fine, and eats like a horse. any thoughts?