September 19, 2014 – Mom was busy with some fascinating landscaping today. She swung the duck run from its horizontal position to a vertical alignment so she can fit the new bantam run next to it. The ducks were out tooling about in the yard and paid no attention to what she was doing. I, on the other hand, sat on the wooden bench and watched. While she worked, I told her all about the mysterious packages that Charlotte has been receiving – including a treasure map, and how I went to the police station to borrow a finger print kit. (She stopped mid-lift of a boulder with that one!) I told her not to worry. I’m expecting the results from the lab any day now.
A couple of hours later, the run was re-situated and looking dandy. The three ducks came waddling in shortly after. You would think they’d be thrilled with the redesign. But were they?
“Something’s different,” said Merida.
“Something’s different, indeed!” echoed Leisl.
“It’s not right,” added Eustace. “Something is not right at all!”
“Could it be the pool, brothers?” asked Merida.
“Might it be the house?” Leisl inquired.
“Perhaps it’s the bowl,” reasoned Eustace. “Wasn’t our feed dish in the opposite corner when we left this morning?”
Of course, Mom simply smiled while the trio carried on and on. It’s not Mom’s fault. She doesn’t speak duck. I think her feelings would be hurt if she could understand what they were in a meeting about.
“It’s definitely the bowl,” Merida nodded, climbing into the pool.
“Yes. Definitely the feed bowl,” Leisl agreed.
Ducks. They’re a hoot.
I helped Mom clean up and then ran to the mailbox. Maybe the results from the lab will be waiting for me. I could be searching for buried treasure this time next week… or not, I reminded myself as I picked a stray feather from my mouth. I can’t wait for this year’s molt to pass!