A Quack In The Ice

For the last two or three years, ducks have been coming to our pond in the Spring to rear their young. When the goatmother and the goatfather bought this place and asked about ducks on the pond, the former owners said, 'Oh, we have the occasional duck.' But then I suppose the ducks heard that we had Peanuts and naturally that brought them run...er...flocking.

Anyway, this occurrence happens in the Spring, as I said. It is still winter, yes? Nonetheless, the blissful couple you see below arrived several days ago, obviously NOT having first consulted with the Woolly Boogers.

So the ducks arrived and everyone breathed a sigh because winter was on its way out and obviously Punxsutawney Phil was wrong. (Who can trust a rodent anyway?) Yes, everyone breathed a sigh until... Yesterday it snowed. Let me repeat that. Yesterday it SNOWED, for goats' sake! Okay, it wasn't a big huge snow like we had in December, but still the flakes were quite large... and COLD, and Cabra is eating the granny squares for my coat faster than the goatmother can make them!

So let me just say, that if you are ever considering putting trust in a duck, well, just don't. Now the dummies are gonna' have to swim around in the pond like miniature ice-breakers in the Arctic sea. Serves them right for trying to trick us. As far as I'm concerned, one should always remember, 'if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and looks like a duck', then it must be a REALLY BAD WEATHER FORECASTER! Oy.