Today we had fine weather for ducks—who waddled across our front yard lawn and across the street. They sampled the worms the robins evidently wouldn’t eat. They didn’t like them much either.
I wonder what kind of romance life ducks have—probably about the same as humans.
That reminds me; my wife made another Hoorah’s Nest under her dining room chair this afternoon. She told me I could show you this.
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