So yesterday I was blogging about the possibility of getting ducks. I was sure I was going to bring ducks home by the time we were on our way to town. The kids tried hard to deter me from it by giving them names before we even got to the store like Little Duckie Moe Moe and Javier. It was a given! We were stuck in traffic all down Bridge Street. Karma stepped in and placed a motor home called the "Mallard" right in front of us all the way. There was even a picture of a mallard on the spare tire cover. It was fate! We quick-walked into Tractor Supply, right to the chick and duckling area, to get our little quackers. We could hear a lot of peeping going on. Looked in all the bins...and no ducklings. Not a single solitary lonely little quacker. Ahhhhhhhhh! So we hung our heads, got the items we were supposed to buy, and that was that. The Fates had their fun with us. Probably laughed and laughed.
When we got home...defeated...I checked on my Words with Friends on facebook because I'm an Words addict and it cheers me up, and there was a private message waiting for me. It was from a wonderful woman. She and her daughters came over last fall to pick up a trio of Icelandic sheep. I had seen a post earlier in the week that they are moving to Minnesota. Come to find out they aren't able to take all three with them. They needed to rehome the ram lamb. This lamb is one that the Kid took to the fair last August. He went because he was only 6 weeks old and still needed his mom, who the Kid was showing. He's awsome both in looks and personality. I told her we would love to buy him back. I had been considering putting his dad, Badge, up for sale, and bringing this ram lamb home fit perfect with my still keeping Badge's line here.
Early this morning we picked the ram lamb up. He has really grown since we saw him last. He has an awsome set of horns on him in my humble ex-suburbanite opinion. So...let me introduce (or re-introduce as the case may be)...
Buck...the ram lamb. Hey, he may not be a duck, but his name rhymes. So, I may not have brought home a duck or five, but we brought home Buck. Right now he's in a ram squeeze with the others so they can nudge nudge and push push at each other in a small confined area without being able to get a running start and headbutt. You can see his dad, Badge, in the background. Now...about those ducks...next weekend I hear is the big flea market over in Lucasville and I know from experience that there will be ducklings. This is today's story and I'm sticking to it! Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.