Chew and screw (that too!) is what they do. About a billion ducks arrived two days ago, blocking the sun with their dark wings. They stayed for a couple of days eating my cracked corn, enjoying a little copulation (yes, even in frigid water several months shy of breeding season), and quacking loudly before the crack of dawn then flew on their way without even a farewell, thank-you, or enjoy the snow!

I didn’t recognize any of these ducks. Yeah, sure, you think they all look alike but to me there’s subtle differences. A glimmer of a smile here, a twinkle in the eyes there, a turn of a feather–each of my ducks had his, and her, own personality. But, no, these ducks were new. Even Franny was MIA. Limpy too.

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Nothing but new ducks, more and more and more then bye, bye, bye. Not a feather remains. Gone! Chew and screw, that’s my crew. Blessed be. :}