Sometimes the children stood there too, but since watching sap boil is about as exciting as watching paint dry, they mostly ran around fighting over sticks or whatever. Fun for all.
The MiL spent the weekend sneaking poultry into the cellar.
Welcome to the duckling red light district.
Okay, not all weekend. Just Saturday. She went into the Small City to run errands and when she got home started ferrying things into the cellar. Like a big bale of wood shavings. And the heat lamps. Cubby helped her get it all set up and then came running into the living room to announce to a wailing Charlie (due to post-nap trauma), "Charlie, there's a BIG SURPRISE in the cellar!"
A big surprise, indeed, in the form of a dozen Khaki Campbell ducklings. Not sure of their eventual purpose (although extra males never last long around here, since we, uh, eat them), but A. is already happily plotting dams and ponds in the hollow and the MiL is planning all the custards she can make with duck eggs. And, of course, maple syrup.
So that was our weekend. How was yours?
2 comments:
Oh, lucky boys! Mary in MN
Mmmm... duck eggs are the best. So rich!
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