Getting All Your Ducks In A Row

Quite early this morning, while awaiting our morning repast, we looked out to view what you see above. What a surprise! I don't know if I mentioned it before, but of late, a pair of ducks has been frequenting our little pond. Sometimes they would both be in the pond. Sometimes it would be just one or the other. But, every morning and every evening, like clock-work, the pair could be seen out under the bird feeders near the house, gobbling up spilled seeds cast aside by other sloppy little winged and beaked creatures. In fact, it became quite a daily challenge for the goatmother and the goatfather, to keep the Mighty Quinn from playing 'fetch the duck' instead of 'fetch the ball'. Then for awhile, we began to see only Mr. Duck or Mrs. Duck, but never both of them together. Little did we know.

So, now there are nine of these little puff balls floating about in the pond. By goaty! That is enough to start our own baseball team! They would probably have a bit of trouble with the catching and throwing part, but they'd sure enough be goat-berries-on-wheels at intercepting those high pop flies. Maybe, just maybe, we can come up with another Duckey Mantle or Rube Mallard, or even a Duckie Robinson out of the group. Of course they'll never be able to measure up to greats like Kid Nichols or Doe DiMaggio, but that only gives them something to aspire to.

Hmmm...I wonder if we can get Tommy LaSorda? With someone like 'The Goatfather' of baseball, we'll just have to make him an offer he can't refuse. I'll be in the barn counting out the Peanuts if you need me.