We went and picked up my mom’s ducks from the “fowl whisperer” who was caring for her chickens and ducks while she was down in Texas helping me.



Always enjoyable watching the stark white ducks float around on the deep blue lake.
Meet you out in the garden to witness the beauty of nature punctuated by the hand of human guidance, through man’s involvement in selective breeding.
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