A DUCKY DELIM

Sorry readers for being incognito…

pneumonia for the last week, finally better.

So, right before I get sick BB buy Bean two baby ducks.

Don't take but a few minutes for us all to fall in love.

Each day started with play with ducks and each

day ended the same way for Bean when here.

On a few days when she was by MawMaw and Poppy's

I brought them to visit. Even though

I was sick, still enjoyed caring for these lil birds

who captured our hearts.

Then yesterday, yesterday, on the day I am going to

pick up Bean at school to come play with her

duckies, little yellow called Carnum, isn't looking so good.

This starts frantic texts to her Mommy.

"YELLOW DUCK NOT WELL. WON'T WALK OR EAT.

SHOULD I GET RID OF H IM AND TELL JILLY

HAD TO LET HIM GO WITH HIS MOMMY OR 

RUN TO TRACTOR STORE AND GET ANOTHER

ONE. SHE WON'T KNOW IF I BUY A YELLOW DUCK.

IS HE DEAD??

GET A NEW ONE I'LL PAY YOU BACK. DON'T

WANT TO HAVE THAT TALK WITH HER

AND SHE'LL BE HEARTBROKEN.

Was no way I was telling the Bean her baby duck

died without her mommy and daddy there to 

do it. Call me Coward.

Off to the tractor store as more time passes the more

it seems the yellow duck is on to better ponds.

The lady at the tractor store is so nice and yet adds

to the delimma. The ducks today are to be free as they never 

die and I have to get two because they are not 

allowed to sell one at a time.

UGH, so I get a new yellow one and a little gray one

with a Mohawk! So sweet. So texts back to Kd for 

how to go about explaining the grey one. Remember

this is a very smart three year old.

 I am almost afraid she will know that isn't her yellow duck.

"…HOW DO I EXPLAIN THE THIRD????

GUNNA TELL HER I WENT VISIT AND THEY WERE 

GIVING THEM AWAY.

That was our story and I was sticking to it.

The yellow ducky, he passes the test and

immediately the gray one is welcomed into the fold.

We play with all three and she kisses and hugs and

tells them how much she missed them,

Says, "Hey, here I am, I am your momma"

We wash hands and head in to play.

On our second visit, little gray duck, well he ain't looking so good.

"Look Mumsie, he is asleep, ahhhh he's so cute"

Damn! He is not sleeping….

I explain that he probably missing his momma so tomorrow i

am going to take him back to his momma.

She cries..

"But I am his momma, Mumsie"

As she hugs my neck.

Darn, this is exactly what I tried to not have to explain

when I went for the replacement duck.

I put him in the box he came in and explain he

just needs some time alone.

This morning, yep, he went on to the big pond in 

the sky. So much for them not supposed to die…

Now I dread her awakening. 

Up early to make sure at least black and yellow duck

are doing well. Yes, they are. Thank you Jesus!

Will a very smart three year old believe

I woke up early to bring him back to his mommy because

he was crying for her. I hope so… 

GEEZE, I sure hope so….