That could not have been said any better!!!I used to say I had a ‘southern’ accent, which I have obviously grown immune to, but now that I’m hearing more of my dang voice I need to change what I call it! My voice is a slap in the face to the ‘sweet Southern sound!’
Since I no longer work out in public anymore, I have forgotten how I should sound and have just let my voice go all “caveman” or something. It’s awful.
Now putting my voice to the side (better yet, thrown away)...and back to your question!
I pride myself on being very intuitive, really! And my intuition tells me better. Those little peeping, honking, quacking baby ducks can spread no doom: only smiles, sheer love, and maybe a little sh*t!
They are messy, I give them that, but I think that’s part of their appeal.Late yesterday when a pretty good shower came through, of course all the chickens ran lickety split into the run, but the duckies? NOOOOOOO! They were running around their run, like excited little children running through the rain and mud puddles. Watching them made me want to go out and join them.
That’s the difference in chickens and ducks - chickens are very fun to watch and I laugh every day at their actions. BUT, ducks! Ducks bring out the kids in us! Everything about them: their looks, their sounds, their waddling, their actions - puts a big old smile on your face!
You need to try one Ralphie!
come on Ralphie, give it a try and get some dux.


