Quack, Quack!

Did I ever mention that we raise ducks, goats, and peacocks.....well we do. And we are having trouble with a predator getting our ducks. We once had 18 now we are down to seven. So this morning when I had discovered that we had lost another one, I stormed back home to go put my work boots on. Johnny said " what's the matter?" It's not gonna happen again! I said. We are not going to lose another duck. He smiles that sheepish grin, "and what are you going to do about it?" I'm gonna move them!

So off I went, on a mission to save the world from evil predators. Remember I said we had goats, and they are little trouble makers all their own. So the first thing I had to do was to baracade them out of the whole area using 3 large cinder blocks and a large board. Franny Nanny almost escaped, let me tell ya when you have those shiny little horns pointing at you the last thing you want to do is make her mad! Well that was done. All 5 goats locked out. And I was already panting.

The next thing I had to do was to separate the peacocks into the smaller pen, that wasn't so bad.

Now on to the ducks and geese. Did I mention geese, yes we have 3 geese. I wanna tell ya this was  not an easy mission. How to catch 7 duck and 3 geese all by myself?  I have to say I'm pretty proud of my self. This almost 40 year old heavy, over weight champion can waddle and quack with the best of them! After numerous times of running around in circles under rope that was tied across the pen {to keep birds of prey out.} coming close to clothes lining myself, being splattered by mud, tripping over the feeders all while the goats were peering in through the baracade bleeting and blatting at me. Or should I say Giggling and laughing at me. I finally caught every last duck!

Now onto the geese.....while I was chasing the ducks the geese had managed to get out in the larger fenced in area. Did ya ever wonder why that say a goose honks. Well I can verify, they do HONK! Ya have to picture me with my hair pulled back, my work boots on and carrying a very large stick to try and coral them back into their pen. So now I'm ready for what I think is going to be a big fight and they pretty much called it quits, they let me catch them. I was so relieved. While I was chasing the geese, burp, one of our miniature goats got into the goose pen. { I won't tell you what the other mini goat's name is, let's just say it's another bodily function.} I coaxed her out, that was pretty easy.

After all that I have to say I'm whooped and it was at least 9oo degrees in the shade.
Slim in 6 you are nothing compared to doing the Quack, quack ,waddle, waddle!