| Cracker our first Sultan chicken died last summer. |
I told my sisters and neighbor that I was thinking about going by Tractor Supply and adding a couple of ducklings to my new flock.
I was considering not telling my dear husband about the ducks. But Monday night, I dreamed that plan actually exploded in my face. In the dream I received 3 ducklings in the mail along with 4 very strange looking eggs. First the ducklings were about the size of a dime or more like giant flees. They immediately met their demise. As I picked up each bulging color-changing egg, it exploded in my face. So Tuesday when I woke up, I decided it would be best to run the idea of getting a couple of ducklings pass Don. I told him I thought about just getting a couple of ducks and seeing what he said, but I had an awful dream and decided to ask him about getting the ducks. He didn't respond. So I went outside and started gardening. When I came in a couple of hours later; he asked me what I would name the ducks. So therefore, we are getting a couple of ducks! First I said Daffy and Donald. But Daffy is too negative, so I changed to Daisy and Donald; but of course those names may have to be adjusted when their gender becomes apparent. Then we had to discuss what kind of duck. I wanted a Pekin (okay I actually like the Aflac duck) and of course Don wanted a Mallard. So we settled on one of each.
Well, my husband's name is Donald. We were newly married when we went to his 20th Class Reunion and all the guys kept coming up, slapping him on the back and asking, "How are you doing, Duck?" I could not understand this and I could tell by his face that he hated it. After half a dozen guys had greeted him like that, I had to ask him why. Of course, it was because of Donald Duck. I was never really a fan of that cartoon, so it had not occurred to me that that was why.
| The chicks in the box they were mailed in. |
I will wait until the grandsons return from the beach to discuss all the names with them.
That usually doesn't go the way I would choose, because grandsons have a way of getting their choice.
| The Easter Egg chick is the brown striped one. |
Tentatively being called Donald and Daisy. Awaiting Grandsons' approval.